Цитаты из книги The Best Thing

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valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:24

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I could look into his eyes and listen to his voice and ignore those memories of how much I had enjoyed those two things at one point.

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:24

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I hit the answer button and didn’t bother trying to hide the tension in my voice. “Grandpa.” “How’s my favorite demon?” he answered like he always did when he was in a really good mood

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:23

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“Are you in the mood for Pho Palace?” I asked. “I can meet you there in fifteen.” “Meet you there in thirty,” he agreed a second before hanging up, not waiting for me to confirm thirty was good and not bothering to say bye. He never did. He said the b-word sounded too final. That and I think he just liked hanging up on…

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valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:22

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If you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:22

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She was my seven-pound, eight-ounce surprise when she’d been born. The instant love of my life. The best thing I ever did.

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:20

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When you wanted something to work, you made it work.

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:25

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Peter shifted in his seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back as he asked with a funny look on his face, like he didn’t want to believe it, “Him?” “Yeah.” Him. Peter’s dark brown eyes shifted over the bluish-green wall behind my head as he processed even more what I was saying, really thinking about it and…

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valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:24

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I grabbed my stress ball again, immediately squeezing the fuck out of it. And if I was imagining it was somebody’s balls… whatever.

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:22

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I watched in slow motion as his fingertips—long and with signs at the joints that said that nearly all of them had been broken at some point—brushed over the back of my hand so gently it might have been nice… if I didn’t borderline hate him.

valeriyatretyak

19 июня 2022 г., 06:22

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“He left me,” I tried to tell him, struggling a whole hell of a lot with getting that reality out. Acknowledging it. Tasting it. But even if something seemed good, didn’t mean it actually was. Saying it didn’t make it any less abrasive… but maybe one day it would. Maybe. “But not her.” Me. Not her. And I was fine with…

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