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Loverboys, which are a cross between an éclair and a cupcake, with blue icing on top and thick custard inside.

You’ve got big dreams, sunshine. The best way to achieve them is to never doubt it’ll happen and pave the path in a way that nothing will slow you down.

“since you’re helping me, I’ll help you understand women better.”

I push to my feet. “No thanks.”

“Why not? Because you don’t believe in love?”

“Because I’m not looking for a woman, so I don’t need to understand them.”

She crosses her arms, studying me. “That’s your real problem,”

“you don’t even believe in love, and it’s marriage-proposal business.”

“I don’t need to believe in love to make sure you’re crossing your t’s & dotting your i’s. Even if w/little hearts.”

“How did you know I do that? Have you been spying on me?”

I laugh. “With name like Destiny Amor, anything else wouldn’t be right.”

“That’s going to be my excuse from now on,” she exclaims.

I used to get real sad when it would rain because my mama and I used to dance in the rain, and I just couldn’t do it after she was gone. But a few months after she died, it was rainin’ real hard, and I swear I heard her calling me from outside. I went out there and I felt her all around me. I will never stop dancing in the rain, because I still feel her in every drop.

Smart girls don’t beg for love, and true love doesn’t require beggin’.

“Molly didn’t eat Clemmie’s ear. It was missing when I found him. He was a scraggly one-eared stray hiding beneath a truck full of clementines.”

“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit.”

I like tall women with meat on their bones. Soft womanly curves, breasts that more than fill my hands, a nice round ass, and ample hips made for holding on to. This girl is maybe five four and skinny as a bird. But Jesus, that hot, willing mouth of hers drew me right in.