Hey show some respect. Theyโre real people with names. Carla and Krissyโ He frowned. โOr was it Missy?
Richelle MeadBut all I could see was her. No skill of mine, no artist anywhere, couldโve immortalized how gorgeous she was. It was impossible to believe sheโd ever had any doubts about her body. The firelight shone on her skin, golden and perfect, making her look like some radiant goddess of legend. I wanted to kneel before her and offer eternal obedience.
Richelle MeadIanโs the black sheep.โ โI thought I was the black sheep,โ said Seth, sounding almost hurt. โNo. Youโre the unfocused artistic one. Iโm the responsible one. Ianโs the wild, hedonistic one.โ โWhatโs hedonistic?โ asked Kendall. Her father considered. โIt means you run up a lot of credit card bills you canโt pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot ofโฆlady friends.
Richelle MeadHe shrugged. "The same as any other. It's a way to make people feel better about themselves. Everyone likes feeling special. Being part of an elite group is a way to do that." "But you weren't part of it?" "No need. I already know I'm special.
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