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" You came into my life when I had nothing left” … “You’ve been everything to me.” I leaned forward and planted a small soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, his lips parted and his gaze dropped to my lips as I pulled back. “You just have to remember how to be something to yourself.”
“I can’t,” Bear said, so quietly I wasn’t sure if he really spoke. “I can’t,” he repeated. His shoulders fell and his gaze dropped to the floor of the boat.
“Why? Tell me why?” I demanded, standing up off my seat. Bear was now eye level with my chest. “I’m… lost,” he admitted, and my heart sank.
“Then I will help you find your way, "
― T.M. Frazier , Lawless (King, #3)
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" There we stood, in the middle of the living room, hugging it out, each trying to hold back our tears until our need to cry outweighed our need to be the manly fucking men we were and we were no longer able to hold in the tears.
“I’m not fucking crying,” Bear sobbed.
“Me either, you fucking pussy,” I sobbed back as my old friend held me tighter and we hugged and punched each other hard on the backs until I was sure we were going to give each other bruises, and if it went on much longer, probably some broken ribs. When he finally let go of me we quickly wiped our eyes and noses on our t-shirts, because real men don’t fucking cry. "
― T.M. Frazier , Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two (King, #6)
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" My strength had always been in my amazing ability to be completely and brutally honest. Of course, the gift of honesty was in addition to my sense of humor, wit, charm, character, striking good looks, phenomenal – yet classic – sense of style, and last but not least, the tribungus slab of man meat dangling between my legs.
But I motherfucking digress. "
― T.M. Frazier , Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One (King, #5)