His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.
Ann BrasharesShe had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.
Ann BrasharesShe glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.
Ann BrasharesYou know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen
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