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1 " Trina stared into her open kitchen cabinets. She was two and a half days into her pre-date-night ritual fast, and she was about to crack. Technically, she wasn’t going out on a date Saturday night, but Juliet was determined to have a man in her bed by the end of the evening. To be honest, Trina wasn’t really looking forward to tomorrow night’s manhunt. Sure, she was desperate for some hot monkey sex, but the thought of a one-night-stand was quickly losing its appeal. She wanted more than just plain, old sex. She wanted romance -- preferably with someone for whom she didn’t have to fast for three days to attract. "
2 " I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. " It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days." " My armpit?" Mark repeats. " Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy. "
3 " This stupid infatuation had to stop. I was Trina Clemons, future valedictorian of Sky Ridge High. I had plans. Plans that didn’t involve any detours with slacker party boys who wore shoelaces in their hair. "
― Lisa Brown Roberts , Playing the Player
