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1 " I refuse to cry. It’s tough though. I failed these toes. "
― Lane Whitt , Keeping My Pack (My Pack, #2)
2 " I turn over prop my head in my hand and watch Tristan sleep. His bar back is uncovered with the sheets raped around his waist. He is clearly a blanket stealer; his sand-colored hair is a wild mess. I like it that way. “what are you doing” I can barely understand him with his face barred in the pillow “oh, nothing I have decided to become your creepy stocker, that’s all. I barred your old one out back, hope you don’t mind” I say deadpan. Tristan grumbles something and turns his head towards me “someone woke up in a weirdo mood” he says. I widen my eyes and give him the creepiest smile I can manage without a mirror. “you have a squishy face and I shall call you squishy face and you shall be mine.” Tristan bursts out laughing before he smacks me with a pillow right in my face. "
― Lane Whitt , Finding My Pack (My Pack, #1)
3 " was born trash. Literally, I was found in a dumpster with my umbilical cord still attached. "
4 " I was born trash. Literally, I was found in a dumpster with my umbilical cord still attached. "
5 " In a perfect world, Kitten, playground rules would apply to everything. Sadly, this is not a perfect world. "
6 " His eyes search mine, searching. "
