Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre impinging on my private space,โ I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isnโt the SAT, Nora.
Becca FitzpatrickCooking isnโt taught,โ Patch said. โItโs inherent. Either youโve got it or you donโt. Like chemistry. You think youโre ready for chemistry?โ I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. โYou tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?โ Patch made a deep sound I couldnโt decipher and grinned.
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