But the original was there as wellโmore jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side
Sarah DessenI wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.
Sarah DessenRemy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?
Sarah DessenNext thing you know she'll be on the bus and selling T-shirts in the parking lot, showing off her boobs to get in the stage door." "At least she has boobs to show," Jess said. "I have boobs," Chloe said, pointing to her chest. "Just because they're not weighing me down doesn't mean they're not substantial." "Okay, B cup," Jess said, taking a sip of her drink. "I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly--she'd already had a couple of minibottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.
Sarah DessenShe fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
Sarah DessenI spent a lot of time looking at that picture. Wondering what Iโd think of that girl, if I was someone else, seeing how easily she sits in her boyfriendโs lap, laughing, with his arms around her. I would have thought her life was perfect, the way I once thought Cassโs was. It was too easy, I was learning, to just assume things.
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