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I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whenever I say something he finds clever or amusing. I love listening to his boots clomp across my bedroom ceiling. I love that the accent over his first name is called an acute accent, and that he has a cute accent.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever. He pushes me backward and we'r..
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How'd you get this number?" "Well, you see, there's this book. It has white pages. And it has all these phone numbers listed inside it. It's also online."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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02eae5e
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Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.
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romance
british-boys
etienne-st-clair
swoon
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Stephanie Perkins |
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424c13e
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There's a cough behind me, and I find Cheeseburger staring anxiously at my box. I glare at Amanda, the Arm-Toucher, and pull out an entire sleeve of Thin Mints. "Here you go, Cheeseburger." He looks at me in surprise, but then again, that's how he always looks. "Wow. Thanks Anna." Cheeseburger takes the cookies and lumbers toward the stairwell. Josh is horrified. "Whyareyougivingawaythecookies?"
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Some people are finicky about going to the theater alone, but I'm not. Because when the lights go down, the only relationship left in the room is the one between the movie and me.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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You know that because you asked me out, you're the one who has to pick the place, right?" Throat. Dry. Dry throat. All of the dryness in my throat. "Whatever you suggest." He grins. "I'll say yes. You'll definitely get a yes. If that helps."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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0122a72
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Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember?" He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Callipygian. There something better than Notre-Dame."
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romance
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Stephanie Perkins |
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1c6a800
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Josh bear-hugs St Clair. "I'm sorry you're off the market." "Don't tell Anna, but I bought one for you, too," St Clair says." --
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I just can't fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there's a respectable amount of walking space right next to it.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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When I come back, the club is packed. There's hardly any standing room. Anna snagged a wooden bar stool, one of the few seats here. St. Clair stands close to her, facing her, and he smoothes the platinum stripe in her hair. She pulls him even closer by the top of his jeans, one finger tucked inside. It's an intimate gesture. I'm embarrassed to watch, but I can't look away. He kisses her slowly and deeply. They don't care that anyone could..
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love
lola
st-clair
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Stephanie Perkins |
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0e541e3
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How much detention did you get? "Two weeks. One per arsehole."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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I slide my hand between our mouths, just in time. His lips are soft against my palm. I slowly, slowly remove it. "No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to give right now." Cricket's limbs are still, but his chest is pounding hard against my own. "But you'll want me someday? That feeling you once had for m..
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Watch it." Josh bites into a pink apple and talks through a full mouth. "He has parts down there you don't have." "Ooo, parts," I say. "Intriguing. Tell me more." Josh smiles sadly. "Sorry. Privileged information. Only people with parts can know about said parts."
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privileged-info
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Stephanie Perkins |
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855fc87
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I collapse in bed and fall asleep with me other hand clasped around the blue rubber band. And I dream about blue eyes and blue nails and first-kiss lips dusted with blue sugar crystals.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Josh grins. "Just give me your hand." "W-what?" "Your hand," he repeats. "Give it to me." I extend my shaking right hand. And-in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true-Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart. "There," he says. "I've been waiting a long time to do that." Not nearly as long as I've been waiting."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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You should show encouragement whenever you can. People try harder when they know that someone cares about them.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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I don't care what he thinks. Only what you think." He holds me tighter. "Like if you think I need to stop biting my nails." "You've worn your pinkies to nubs," I say cheerfully."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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You have a roommate." "Yeah." He sounds confused. "The, um, picture on your door surprised me." "NO. No. I prefer my women with...fewer carnivorous beasts and less weaponry." He pauses and smiles. "Naked is okay. What she needs are a golden retriever and a telescope. Maybe then it would do it for me." I laugh. "A squirrel and a laboratory beaker?" "A bunny rabbit and a flip chart," I say. "Only if the flip chart has mathematical equations o..
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Stephanie Perkins |
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You're doing the girl thing. Saying you're happy when you're not.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Here's the thing about Cricket Bell. You can't NOT notice him when he walks into a room. The first thing that registers is his height, but it's quickly followed by recognition of his energy. He moves gracefully like his sister, but with an enthusiasm he can't quite control- the constantly moving body, hands, feet. He's been subdued the last few times I've seen him, but he's fully revived now.
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I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move." "You did not!" "I did. And if he doesn't, then I suggest you jump bones." ... I finally register what he's wearing. It's a handsome skinny black suit with a shiny sheen. The pants are too short - on purpose, of course - exposing his usual pointy shoes and a pair of blue socks that match my dress And I totally want to jump him."
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lust
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Stephanie Perkins |
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205112d
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They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!
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france
paris
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Stephanie Perkins |
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872361e
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I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]
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life
love
inspirational
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Stephanie Perkins |
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My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
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weird
introvert
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Stephanie Perkins |
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a6f2a7b
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Meretricious. Showily attractive but cheap or insincere.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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But--" "But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world." I shake my head. "It's not that simple." "Then let me put it another way. A gorgeous boy is in love with you, and you're not even gonna try to make it work?"
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Stephanie Perkins |
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42514be
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Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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a9ad6dc
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This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home. I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath. I could never tell him, but it's true. This is home. The two of us.
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He glances down and notices that I'm still wearing a certain blue something, and, this time, it's HIS index finger that wraps underneath MY rubber band. I shiver wonderfully. "I'm never taking it off." Cricket brushes the delicate skin of my wrist. "It'll fall off." "I'll ask you for another one." "I'll give you another one." He smiles and touches his nose to mine."
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rubber-bands
lola
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Stephanie Perkins |
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cc5ecba
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Having shapely buttocks. Nice one, Bridge.
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butts
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Stephanie Perkins |
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e172914
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And it didn't matter how many songs or poems had already been written about them, because whenever he thought about the girl, the stars shone brighter. As if she were the one keeping them illuminated.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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I can't imagine Josh falling for someone vanilla. Not that Josh would ever fall for me. But I wouldn't want to ruin any chance. Even though I don't have a chance. But just in case I do. Even though I don't.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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I must be a masochist to keep putting myself in these situations. I need help. I need to see a shrink or be locked in a padded cell or straitjacketed or something.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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d7718b5
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I want to kiss him for the rest of the night, for the rest of our lives. The one.
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lola
the-one
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Stephanie Perkins |
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cc9f606
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He stares at his hands. Whatever word he wrote there, its been crossed off. There's only a black box. "Lola, you were the only person I wanted there that night. I was crazy about you, but I didn't know what to do. It was paralyzing. There were so many times when I wanted to take your hand, but...I couldn't. That one small move felt impossible." Now I'm staring at my hands, too. "I would have let you take it." "I know." His voice croaks."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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That guys. Sideburns. You like him?" My back squirms. "You've asked me that before." "What I meant was," he says, flustered. "Your feelings haven't changed? Since you've been here?" It takes a moment to consider the question. "It's not a matter of how feel," I say at last. "I'm interested, but ... I don't know if he's still interested in me." St. Clair edges closer. "Does he still call?" "Yeah. I mean, not often. But yes." "Right. Right, ..
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relationships
st-clair
anna-oliphant
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Stephanie Perkins |
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eb05947
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I like stories of adventure. Especially if there's some kind of disaster involved." The eyebrow remains arched. I laugh. "I read the ones with happy endings, too." Josh gestures towards my shelves. "You read a lot." "Safer than going on a real adventure." Now he's the one who laughs. "Maybe."
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Stephanie Perkins |
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The moon is fat, but half of her is missing. A ruler-straight line divides her dark side from her light. She hangs low over the bustling Castro, noticeably earlier than the night before. Autumn is coming. For as long as I can remember, I've talked to the moon. Asked her for guidance. There's something deeply spiritual about her pale glow, her cratered surface, her waxing and waning. She wears a new dress every evening, yet she's always hers..
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Stephanie Perkins |
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0f1ae7e
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I like you. And I don't mean as a friend.
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anna-olimphant
etienne-st-clair
stephanie-perkins
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Stephanie Perkins |
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f86bde8
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Take a risk. Take a fucking risk. If you keep playing it safe, you'll never know who you are -Josh
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Stephanie Perkins |
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What are you gonna do with a giant crossword poster? 'Oh, I'm sorry, Anna. I can't go to the movies tonight. I'm working on two thousand across, Norwegian Birdcall.'" "At least I'm not buying a Large Plastic Rock for hiding 'unsightly utility posts.' You realize you have no lawn?" "I could hide other stuff. Like...failed French tests. Or illegal moonshining equipment." He couples over with that wonderful boyish laugher, and I grin. "But wha..
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Stephanie Perkins |
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Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I'm glad he's my friend, and I want him to know that he has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. And I want to press my palm against his chest to feel it beat, to prove he's really here.
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Stephanie Perkins |
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But I hurt you." His voice grows quiet. "I wish that I hadn't."
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Stephanie Perkins |