He was always part of her thoughts, and now that he was real, he was inescapably part of her life, but it was as she had told her mother: saying he was part of her or that they were more than friends sounded like love, but it seemed like loss as well. All the words she knew to describe what he was to her were from love stories and love songs, but those were not words anyone truly meant.
Sarah Rees BrennanA leather jacket,โ Kami said as he shrugged into it. โArenโt you trying a little too hard to play into certain bad boy clichรฉs?โ โNahโ, said Jared. โYouโre thinking of black leather. Black leatherโs for bad boys. Itโs all in the color. You wouldnโt think I was a bad boy if I was wearing a pink leather jacket.โ โThatโs true,โ Kami said. โWhat I would think of you, I do not know. So what does brown leather mean, then?โ โIโm going for manly,โ Jared said. โMaybe a little rugged.โ โItโs bits of dead cow; donโt ask it to perform miracles.
Sarah Rees BrennanAlso, you may not have noticed, but this is a cupboard." "I admit that our private office is of modest dimensions," Kami told him, "But that's the way we like it. Just because we're editors doesn't mean we need special privileges. We're not snobs.
Sarah Rees BrennanJamie chose that moment to almost fall down the stairs. Mae took his whole weight and grabbed the banister. Seb reached out but Jamie shied away, and Nick gave Jamie a push in the chest that was clearly intended to right him, but that nearly had him toppling over backward. Balance eventually restored to them all, Jamie gave Nick an approving look. "You are my friend," he told him. "Yeah, I am," said Nick. "But these stairs," Jamie said sadly. "They are not my friends.
Sarah Rees BrennanIf I beat my against this desk, maybe things will make sense," Angela murmured. "Or if I beat someone else's head against this desk...." She eyed Jared speculatively
Sarah Rees BrennanJared had his back to the wall, which Kami thought was a reflex when he was uncomfortable. She wanted to shield him. โHe was doing someโZen jogging,โ she claimed. Jared flicked her an incredulous glance. โYes,โ he said slowly. โZen jogging. I wasnโt wearing that many clothes becauseโthatโs part of the process. Youโre meant to commune with the elements. Normally, I wouldnโt have worn my jeans, but I put them on because I know the English are a modest people.
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