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" to die a thousand painful deaths.” Kat nodded, saying, “And that’s not even the worst part. He put her on the back of his unicorn and rode off into the rainbow. He’s never taken me to a rainbow.” Wait. “What are you talking about?” “My dream last night,” she said easily, then sipped her hot chocolate. “Your dream.” Reeve shook her head. “You’re more mad at him than ever because of a dream?” “Hey! I always behave myself in dreams,” she said. “He should, too. And if he can’t, he needs to apologize with more than my favorite flowers.” “He actually brought you flowers?” Stunned, I blinked at her. “For what he did in a dream? "
― Gena Showalter , Through the Zombie Glass (White Rabbit Chronicles, #2)