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1 " My eyelids felt heavy like two little gnomes had decided to set up camp on my face. "
― Michaela Haze , The Dead Ringer
2 " I broke away, hissing in pain, and my tongue swiped against my lip only to be greeted with the coppery taste of my own blood. Jae's eyes sparkled with wicked triumph. “Now, you have to keep me too.” He smirked before he fell to the ground and screamed in agony. Drama queen. "
3 " His face was as stern as ever as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes closed and his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Strangely, I felt a squeeze of jealousy; it wasn’t just me that caused his exasperation. I had to work harder. "
4 " had wanted to lock myself in Frankie's room and take full advantage of having a body. Instead, I had the female equivalent of blue balls. Clam Jam? Blue Bean? "
5 " Do you always talk back?” “Only on Tuesdays.” “It’s Friday.” “Oh.” I nodded sagely. “Then, yes. I always talk back. "