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181 " I am completely freaking out. To avoid thinking about it, I sleep. "
― Sally Thorne , The Hating Game
182 " The Bexleys are hard geometrics, the Gamins are soft scribbles. Bexleys move in shark packs, talking figures and constantly hogging the conference rooms for their ominous Planning Sessions. Plotting sessions, more like. Gamins huddle in their cubicles, gentle doves in clock towers, poring over manuscripts, searching for the next literary sensation. The air surrounding them is perfumed with jasmine tea and paper. "
183 " Shakespeare is their pinup boy. "
184 " I stare at the ceiling and admit the astonishing truth to myself. I don’t hate Joshua Templeman. "
185 " I type my password: IHATEJOSHUA4EV@. "
186 " There you go. You’ve got no problem telling me to go to hell. It’s a good start. It kind of suits you. Now try it with other people. You don’t even realize how much people walk all over you. How do you expect to be taken seriously? Quit giving the same people deadline extensions, month after month. "
187 " You’re Just So . . . Ahh, never mind.” I sigh. He takes the bait. “Handsome. Intelligent. No, wait. Superior to everyone. You’re coming to your senses, Lucinda. "
188 " She’s little and cute. No one hates little cute people. "
189 " Did I say erotic? I meant esoteric. "
190 " I feel him jolting as he takes more hits and his arm rises to cradle my head. Can I freeze time and take a nap right here? "
191 " Tell me where to go, then.” “Go to hell.” I start laughing again. “So that’s where you came from.” “Shuddup. Go left. "
192 " Oh, just fine. How You Doing?” I fall into bed, and claw the blankets up onto me. The mattress depresses heavily beside me and his hand is on my forehead. “Ah, that’s nice.” His hand feels like the sort of temperature I should be striving for. Everything we do is tit for tat, so I raise my hands up and put them on his forehead. “Okay.” He is amused. "
193 " • I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar tobeing in love with them. "
194 " Calm down,” Josh says into my ear. I scramble into his lap and press my face into his collar bone, huffing his cedar scent so hard I probably suck out his ghost. I’m about to be taken to a scary medical facility, away from the safety of my bed and these arms. “Don’t let them, Josh! I’ll get better! "
195 " You’re always beautiful. "
196 " The Or Something Game doesn’t resume until you tell me that no one kisses you like I do. "
197 " Everything we do is tit for tat. "
198 " I’m hungry and I have no food. And I haven’t got any tea, and my apartment is cold. And I’m bored. "
199 " I am trying to be a bit more normal.” He looks at the page. “How’s it working out so far?” “I’m glad this isn’t a pop-up book. "
200 " You’re my designated moral support. "