She put a hit on her boyfriend, so it's not like she hasn't murdered someone." "And you know that how?" Sam asks. I'm trying really hard to be honest, but telling the whole thing to Sam seems beyond me. Still, the fragments sound ridiculous on their own. "She said so. In the park." He rolls his eyes. "Because the two of you were so friendly." "I guess she mistook me for someone else." I sound so much like Philip that it scares me. I can hear the menace in my tone. "Who?" Sam asks, not flinching. I force my voice back to normal. "Uh, the person who killed him.
Holly BlackYou got a lot of ladies to get through. Youโre still young. First loveโs the sweetest, but it doesnโt last.โ โNot ever?โ I ask. Grandad looks at me with a seriousness he reserves for moments when he wants me to really pay attention. โWhen we fall that first time, weโre not really in love with the girl. Weโre in love with being in love. Weโve got no idea what sheโs really aboutโor what sheโs capable of. Weโre in love with our idea of her and of who we become around her. Weโre idiots.
Holly BlackGod, I hate you,โ she says. โSo much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.
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