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I'm blessed, for I have sinned with the best damned fuck in the universe.
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It takes more than Love and Passion to make a relationship work
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You can't find what you don't go looking for.
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Now what?" he finally asked. Tea came to stand in the doorway of her office. "Now what, what? Hey, is that you, Cal?" "Affirmative." Affirmative? Was that the cutest or what?"
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smart-people
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Hadn't retired reporter Stan warned him of how protective Cosimo was of his granddaughters? What if the Carusos had discovered his identity and wanted to rub him out as they'd rubbed out his father? Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
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prayer
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Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. "Contessa.God, Contessa." She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen."
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love
italian
queen
mafia
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Rebecca let out a gusty sigh. "Pregnant, I tell you. I'm definitely getting pregnant." Her mother responded by passing over the tearful little guy. Not a bad idea, Jane decided. Birth control by baby brother"
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The struggle to grow makes the vine work harder, extending its roots and absorbing elements that make it produce a more interesting fruit.
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It takes courage to create your own identity, to stop believing old stories about who you are or that limit who you can be.
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Her eyes rounded. "They don't open until eleven." "Unless you're me, and you strike up a conversation with the prep cook who starts work at seven." "Ah." "Get your mind out of the gutter," he said, uncurling his forefinger from around his own cup to point it at her. "His name is George and he has a wife and three kids." "My mind's not in the gutter!" Well, not since she woke from a twenty-minute midnight doze during which she'd imagined her..
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Driving from the shop by the beach to her home in the Malibu hills, Juliet Weston peered through the deepening dusk and weighed the merits of bathing in Super Glue. A dab would repair a fingernail. She'd read a line of the stuff could close a wound. What she faced was more dire, however. Would immersion in a tub of maximum-hold adhesive keep he from fracturing into a thousand little pieces?
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Driving from the shop by the beach to her home in the Malibu hills, Juliet Weston peered through the deepening dusk and weighed the merits of bathing in Super Glue. A dab would repair a fingernail. She'd read a line of the stuff could close a wound. What she faced was more dire, however. Would immersion in a tub of maximum-hold adhesive keep her from fracturing into a thousand little pieces?
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It's... You've been all over the world. Been in perilous places, taken risks that stop my breath. In comparison to all that, will what we might have...will I be enough?" "Sweetheart..." "You said my world, this world, is colorless, remember?" It almost made him laugh. "Honey-pie, when I'm with you, I think of a thousand colors. Your beautiful silvery eyes, your lemon-yellow swimsuit, your pink sunburn, your pumpkin shoes. You're....
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blindfolded." "Tell me you're kidding," he said. But then came the screech of brakes on his left and the matching shriek of Yeager's heart. "Shit, Zoe! Open your eyes." He heard the grin in her voice. "Don't worry so much. That was just Mr. Curtis in his '72 El Dorado. He drives with cataracts, I drive with my eyes closed. I think that makes us about even." Yeager's self-pity evaporated as he imagined thousands of"
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hurrying
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hurrying out the sliding doors pushing her purloined baggage cart--purse perched on top--hadn't been such a smart idea. But she'd only turned away for a moment to offer aid to a "mama"-wailing toddler, and when she'd turned"
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corners of her eyes, and she squeezed them tight, mortified that she might have to explain--again--a crying jag. It had just been so long since she'd snuggled up to something this big, this warm, this human. "You smell better than Grimm," she said against Ryan's mouth. He drew back a little. "What?" She discovered her tears had dried up and"
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You shared it all, and the other person took you in. Your partner was your shelter when you needed that, was your peace when that was paramount, was in your corner no matter how unwinnable the fight. This was what love was about. And love was exactly what Owen Marston realized he felt for his wife.
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herself she'd be picturing her grandparents making love or worse... She'd be picturing Bing. His mouth on her breasts and his hands
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Knowing he couldn't go back to
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