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1 " I don’t want to hear it. Go back to Sammy and get your platter of gonorrhea with a heaping side order of chlamydia. It’s free. Please leave. "
― Melisa M. Hamling , Twenty Weeks (Twenty Weeks, #1)
2 " Morning breath here. ‘A dirty mouth you say,’ clean it up with Orbit.” Maya chuckled. “Unless you have gum, I’m not letting you near me.” She reached for a pillow and plopped it over her face. “Ha-ha! Good one. No gum on me, but I’ll settle for kissing your belly.” Alex whisked her pajama top up and knelt down to kiss the roundest part of her tummy. "
3 " Alex chuckled and whispered in her ear. “I’m feeling huge . . . I mean I have this huge desire . . . Crap, you feel good tonight. And you smell so good. "
4 " You men never change. Is that all you can see? Proud grandfathers of a large....” Mrs. Werner smacked her husband upside the head and took the pictures away. "
5 " Your eyes are a window into your soul. The way your pupils dilate when you’re happy, and restrict when you’re mad. -Ben "
6 " He has this connection… a pull of sorts, unearthing the very life of me and sucking me in to his own soul. -Morgan "
7 " Well look at that. He’s got the Rockwell genes.” Maya’s father gloated loudly over what Maya assumed was his third leg. "
8 " He may have the Rockwell genes, but he has the Werner genitals! Adda boy,” Mr. Werner said a little too proudly. "