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Summer Heacock

Crashing the A-List

  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    He smiles, and his big gray walrus mustache pulls up at the ends. It makes him look like the Quaker oatmeal man
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    but I feel like that damn thing is pasted on my forehead right now. A scarlet letter of extortion. I swallow a little too hard
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    weirdly confident and unflappable posture he throws off—Charlie just has an air about him I can’t quite place
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    Oh my god, you scared the heck out of me,” I wheeze, clutching at my heart
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    It’s outlandishly cold outside today. I immediately regret my choice to dress like a normal person, thinking movement would keep me warm
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    I pull my green gas station work gloves—acquired during my last visit to the mini-mart in a futile attempt to win over Rufus—over my fingerless ones and suck back the last dregs of my now-frigid bodega coffee
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    We can’t all make it through life on rainbows and kitten kisses
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    Just because the world of the job-having has cast me out doesn’t mean I begrudge others the joy of a paycheck
  • b8355611043has quoted3 years ago
    But seriously. I had plans. And I was so close. I really loved my job. It was stressful and exhausting, and I was technically doing the work of at least three people, but it was mine and I was good at it.
  • marti leonhas quoted4 years ago
    I’ll keep this secret of yours if you promise to accept a ticket from me to fly out to visit for a weekend in a few weeks.” He plops the pillow down beside my head. “What say you, Miss Montgomery?”

    I issue a tremendous fake gasp. “Why, Mr. Tiddleswich, are you blackmailing me?”

    “Ahh, yes,” he says, and laughs. “We’ve now come full circle.”

    “Scoundrel.” I click my tongue.

    “And don’t you ever forget it.” He moves just enough, until his face is hovering over mine.

    “Are you really going to kiss me right now?” I say with a giggle. “That would be soooo cliché.”

    “I’ll gladly risk it.”

    And he does exactly that.
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