But I kept it to myself--maybe because I didn't think it mattered, but probably because, in a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that only I had read.
But I kept it to myself--maybe because I didn't think it mattered, but probably because, in a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that only I had read.
Even though Cammie is fluent in fourteen languages and capable of killing a man seven different ways with her bare hands, she has no idea what to do when she meets an ordinary boy who thinks she's an ordinary girl.
I wrapped my arms around my knees and stared through the window's wavy glass. The red velvet curtains were drawn around the tiny alcove, and I was enveloped by an odd sense of peace, knowing that in twenty minutes, the halls were going to be crowded; music was going to be blaring; and I was going to go from being an only child to one of a hundred sisters, so I knew to savor the silence while it lasted.
I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You
If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.
If you can be still enough and common enough, then it's really easy to be invisible.
Mr. Solomon was right the worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.
That's when I heard the sounds of a certified genius spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
The Subject has really blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at someone like she's maybe a little bit insane.
You shouldn't judge someone until you've walk a mile through an underground tunnel in her uncomfortable shoes
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