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Christmas Kitsch QUOTES

Christmas Kitsch QUOTES

1 " Seeing Oliver again—touching Oliver again—that was really all that was on my mind.

I threw open my door and tried to launch myself out of the car, but my seat belt brought me back with a jerk, and then I felt like a jerk, because, really, who does that? I unhooked my seat belt so quickly it snapped up hard, and the belt buckle caught my chin, and my elbow got tangled in it as I was trying to get out of the door and get out all at the same time, and . . . I sat back in my seat and took a deep breath, then looked at Oliver sheepishly through the open door. He was trying manfully not to roll on the ground in laughter. I could tell. I held up one finger, took another deep breath, and exited the car with slow, methodical movements before I hurt myself. "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

2 " By the time the guys left that night, I had a dresser, a coffee table, and a mattress that had been inflated by all of us because the little electric motor kept spazzing out. (One of us would get light-headed midblow and tap out.) "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

3 " Pulling away felt like ripping my own chest hair out. (Hair. Singular. I didn’t delude myself.) "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

4 " It’s okay,” he said quietly. “We break one or two every year. They were Mommy’s—it’s like she gives us a way to let her slip out of our minds. "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

5 " I’m sorry I left you at your dad’s.” Now his eyes narrowed, and I knew how pissed he’d been. “That was an interesting choice. Whyfor did you do that?” I sighed and turned off "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

6 " WALKED in three days later, and he was tied to the bed while a girl was tickling him with a feather. And sucking his cock. “But…,” I sputtered, after closing the door behind me. "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

7 " Yeah,” Joey muttered. “For one thing, she voted Republican. I can’t stand that shit. "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

8 " This time it was longer, more drawn out, pleasure being dragged down a gravel road. "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

9 " And I'm not going to be my dad's clone. And women don't turn me on. And Oliver is my home." -Rusty (Christmas Kitsch) "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

10 " Kill me. Kill me now. “I, uhm, well, I haven’t done anything that could get him pregnant? "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch

11 " Every night at eight o’clock my parents quietly retired, either to the den or the bedroom, where they would work or read or hang upside down like bats for all I ever knew about them. But not Mr. "

― Amy Lane , Christmas Kitsch