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He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.
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Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.
Sarah Addison Allen
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...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.
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Some of the best people i know are fools', Evanelle said. 'The strongest people I know.
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If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away
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My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories
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First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.
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Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.
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There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.
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The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.
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Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.
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Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.
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I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.
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Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.
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There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.
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It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.
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Embarrassment felt a lot like eating chili peppers. It burned in the back of your throat and there was nothing you could do to make it go away. You just had to take it, suffer from it, until it eased off.
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It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
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Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.
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It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me.
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But one thing she Rachel did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.
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Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.
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He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.
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Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.
Sarah Addison Allen