Lydia went over and handed him a paper napkin. Conner stared at the napkin as if it were something delivered directly from the moon.

You watch teenage girls and feel shivers up and down your arms — those poor creatures don’t know the first thing about time or agony or the price they’re going to have to pay for just about everything.

But love was not about practice or preparation, it was pure chance; if you took your time with it you ran the risk of having it evaporate before it had even begun

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