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You Have The Patience Of A Saint," I Grumbled, Slouching Into A Chair. "and Besides, You Don't Hang Out With Him 24/7." "neither Will You. It's Only 24/6." "same Difference. It Might As Well Be 24/10." She Frowned. "that Doesn't Make Any Sense.

You’re A Terrible Liar, Sage, But I’m Still Touched You’d Attempt It For My Sake. A For Effort.

I'd Accepted A While Ago That There Were Too Many Reasons For Me To Even Think About Him Romantically Anymore. Every Once In A While, I Slipped A Little And Kind Of Wished He Would Too. It'd Have Been Nice To Know That He Still Wanted Me, That I Still Drove Him Crazy. Studying Him Now, I Realized He Might Not Ever Slip Because I Didn't Drive Him Crazy Anymore. It Was A Depressing Thought.

I Hadn't Gotten Far When I Ran Into Mason. Good God. Men Everywhere.

Victor Smiled Through The Pain And The Blood. "of Course You Have. I Used To Think Belikov Was The Savage One, But It's Really You, Isn't It? You're The Animal With No Control, No Higher Reasoning Except To Fight And Kill.