Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.

But I'll be fine. I'll be with Tod. He's a good guy, you know." He just hides it under all the sarcasm and curls.

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.

She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea.

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