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21 " be lurking under the giant cottonwood that dominated our front yard. She wasn’t wearing any nylons with "
― E.M. Tippetts , Someone Else's Fairytale (Someone Else's Fairytale, #1)
22 " watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots thudded against the asphalt, "
23 " door into the frigid, Albuquerque night. The crisp air, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty a.m., "
24 " woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty "
25 " our house. I watched it parallel park, then go "
26 " multi-bazillion dollar New Light franchise, Vanderholt "
27 " door into the frigid, Albuquerque night. The crisp air, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly "
28 " to watching most of his movies. She becomes the "
29 " house. I watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots "
30 " STEPPED OUT our front door into the frigid, Albuquerque night. The crisp air, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty a.m., way too early to be awake. A "
31 " A truck turned the corner and rumbled its way over to our house. I watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots thudded against the asphalt, then crunched across the gravel that covered our front yard. “Howdy,” he said. I "
32 " Shut up okay?” Lori stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m a math major. "
33 " That part of me I’d thought was broken past repair, wasn’t so broken after all. I hadn’t forgotten how to dream, I’d just stopped paying attention. "
34 " I turned around, and found myself face to face with Jason Vanderholt. He was just like his publicity shots, blue eyes, tanned skin, toned physique. He looked at me, one eyebrow slightly raised. Around him were several guys with cellphones out. An entourage. "
35 " What do you want his autograph for?” said Matthew. “What would you get him to sign anyway?” “He coulda signed this.” She held up her cup. “And what do you mean? It’d be a souvenir.” “It’d be a dirty cup with writing on it.” I loved how literal Matthew "
36 " My pulse edged up another notch. I "
37 " One of them sobbed. The other just shook. “I love you!” someone shouted. "
38 " We headed inside the wood frame building, which also had windows all the way around. It smelled like pine and mountain air even inside. A waiter showed us to a seat by the windows on the east side, where we could watch the sun come up. The cloudy sky cut the glare nicely. I "
39 " I rolled my eyes. “I tell him how hot he was in the New Light movies-” “Because I’m sure he never hears that,” I said. The New Light franchise was a trilogy of gladiator movies that I’d managed to avoid seeing, despite the fact that Jason Vanderholt’s long haired, shirtless figure had been plastered on every vertical surface for three years straight while they came out. "