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Oh wow. This is good.

Ooof. These chapters are looooong.

Shut up and write the book.”
“Fine,” I relent.
“Fine.” She sighs.
“Throw in a cowboy.” “No.” “A horse, at least?” “Do you want a honky tonk too? Maybe some yee-haws, hey y’alls, and cow tipping for sport? Oh! I know! Moonlight dancing to the sound of crickets in an empty field.”

“Now you’re talking.” She ignores my sarcasm and laughs. “You have ninety days.”

“I’ll have to you in thirty.”

Wow. I am enjoying this so much.

RUINED. 😭😭😭😭 How dare this scene ever be written!

"I like all your names." 🥹

I just get to love you differently. 🩷

Gahh, I love them. They are just so young and flirty and lovable! I can't wait for all of you to listen.

"You smell like sunshine."

"Sunshine doesn't have a smell."

"But if it did, it'd be you."

“What’s in it?”
“You.”
“What?” he asks, brow furrowed.
I stand, dropping my hands on my thighs. “There’s a lot of you in that box. My dad found it in the attic and wanted me to take it.”
Leo’s mouth forms a loose O. He pauses and then speaks. “I’m sorry? What do you mean, me? What’s in there? A lock of my hair? My baby teeth? A vile of my blood?”
I laugh. "I wish."

🤣🥰🤣🥰

Audiobook tiiimmmme!

"The best things in life should scare you a little bit at first.”

It was like he wanted to commit me to his memory. And I hoped he did. I hoped he found precisely what space in his mind I would occupy for years to come.

😱😱😱

“Dance with me, Anna,” he says, holding a hand out to me with a somber expression. “One last time.”

🥺🥺🥺

I wanted to say, absolutely no one wants to call a grown-ass adult Danny, but I refrained.

“Are you sure you aren’t a therapist?”

“I’m a teacher, same difference.”

"And a snitch,” I added with a sneer.

“Mandatory reporter,” he corrected with an expression between wanting to strangle me and carry me away. that walked the line

It was not the same kiss as the previous night. This one more or less was like head-butting him with my mouth. He drew back, cradling his face. “Did you bite me?” I winced. “Sorry. I got excited.”

"That fourth glass of wine and the memory of him whispering in my ear had me feeling Sexy with a capital S. By the following day, loaded with 400 milligrams of ibuprofen, twenty ounces of water, and three shots of espresso, I was quite embarrassed and confident he regretted agreeing with the drunk bimbo in the hotel bar that still throws up peace signs in pictures."

"Once upon a time, he loved a celebration. But that was then, back when he loved me."

"I wonder if they’ll lose each other inside the walls just like we did."

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"That kiss felt like dancing."