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He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone... Alone and lonely have the same root.

Caroline Waverly: Sometimes we hurt more for what might have been than for what is.

Dolls are like small dead people.

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

You mess with one Quinn, you mess with them all.