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81 " I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out, thinking it’s her. She’s saying, Come back. She’s saying she didn’t mean it. Instead, on the screen is a text from a number I vaguely recognize. Words flanked by tulips and open-armed ghosts. U coming 2nite? :D "
― Mona Awad , Bunny
82 " Warren was founded in 1775 and over here— Blah, blah, BLAH, finishes Ava on the bench beside me. What he’s not telling you is that there are people right here on campus who will chop your head off, she shouts to the mothers, who look at her, appalled. That’s right. With an ax! Like this. And then she’ll stand up and take a step toward them with an invisible ax over her shoulder and one or some or all of them will scream. Though I’m horrified, I laugh until I cry every time. "
83 " Now I see his leonine face fall slightly at the sight of students with whom he must fraternize. Ask about their summers. Their writing. Did they get their stipend checks okay? And then there’s the fact that I’m one of the students. Makes it much more difficult. But he smiles. Of course he does. It’s his job. "
84 " Then the zoo to say hello to the Moon Bear in his pit. Then out for Vietnamese iced coffees at the sketchy place we like downtown, where I almost got shot. “You did not almost get shot, Smackie. Jesus Christ. That was a car backing up or something,” she said when I brought it up. “Yes, I did.” “You need to get out more.” “I get out. I’m out with you, aren’t I?” Now we’re back at her place drinking the sangria she made that’s so strong I’m pretty sure it’s poison. It’s that time of evening she calls the hour between the dog and the wolf. A time that actually makes this sorry swath of New England beautiful, the sky ablaze with a sunset the color of flamingos. We’re on her sagging roof, listening to Argentine tango music to drown out the roaring Mexican music next door. "
85 " Talking at me about her miserable life while I lie imprisoned on the floor. Pouring it all into me like emotional Drano. "
― Mona Awad , All's Well
86 " He looks at me like I’m a black funnel of wind, gathering force. Heading his way. "
87 " Sad. Very sad, Samantha. To be lost like this. Sad, sad, sad that when someone asks you, What do you want? nothing comes to mind but a pair of fists clutching little broken bits. "
88 " Ice still on the windshield. Trucks roaring past like laughing devils. "
89 " I think of that spring morning, just before dawn. how she appeared at my side on the bench. how I felt so suddenly alive with possibility. saw in her a wondrous world, an open hand, a person I knew in my bones would be someone I’d love. how I had no idea. how the not knowing was the most wonderful and terrible thing. maybe I could do it again. Imagine her back. live on the roofs and trees of my mind with another her beside me forever. take her mesh hand in mine and this time never let go "
― Mona Awad
90 " She gives me the full hate bouquet of her smile. Every fuck you flower. "
91 " with their saucer eyes and their velvet dresses, their Shirley Temple curls of blood-red hair and their Cupid’s-bow lips molded into little pink oh!’s of wonder at the world. Writes fairy tales about girl demons, wolf princes, the cozy phantasmagoria of her native New Hampshire. Collects antique typewriters, each of which she claims has its own unique “ghost energy” that she channels into her stories as she types, head tilted back, eyes closed. She is the literal doll-pet of the other Bunnies. "
92 " Here at Mini they have many cupcakes in mini but they should have more. Why don’t they have more? They should have more in mini, more! We tell them how they should have more in mini and they do not seem to make a note of it. "
93 " Looking back, it still doesn't add up how we went from lying in the grass and listening to the same set of headphones to where we are now. Nowhere. I really need to email her. "
― Mona Awad , 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl
94 " Until all my words had spilled to the floor. I was too drunk to pick them up. So leave them there. "
95 " So willing to take a coat I’m not wearing, I almost want to give her my skin. "
96 " Why are you apologizing, Samantha?” Creepy Doll says, her breathy voice full of demonic emoticons flanked by winking smileys. "
97 " We asked you to come out for bento boxes and you said, No, no, I’m too busy and important and better than you are for bento boxes. "
98 " Samantha Heather Mackey thinks she understands everything, but she fails to understand the depths of the human heart. She fails to understand the depths of our heart. Our heart our heart our heart! We’ve read Jane Eyre too, you cunt, and we’ve read The Waves, and when we read it, you know, we wept for minutes. "
99 " September. Warren University. The Narrative Arts department’s annual welcome back Demitasse, because this school is too Ivy and New England to call a party a party. "
100 " Fucked-up dos, my mother called them, the favorite of prom monstresses and bridezillas, the bane of her existence—and mine, for she’d sometimes practice on me in the evenings. "