For a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how Iโd inherited my bizarre personality.
Richelle MeadIndeed. That pony collection isnโt nearly complete,โ Carter mused. When I dared a look back at him, I saw that the angel was smiling at me. โYou see? You arenโt lost. No matter what happens to you, you have a plan. Thereโs still hope.
Richelle MeadDo not do that again," he said stiffly. "Don't kiss me back then," I retorted. He stared at me for what seemed like forever. "I don't give 'Zen lessons' to hear myself talk. I don't give them because you're another student. I'm doing this to teach you control." "You're doing a great job," I said bitterly.
Richelle MeadIs it true? You had a clean getaway and risked it all for me?" I Swallowed. "It wouldn't have been a clean getaway without you.
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