"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"His name's Nash." Aunt Val took a butter knife from the silverware drawer. "What year is he?" I groaned inwardly. "Senior." ...here we go ... Her smile was a little too enthusiastic. "Well that's wonderful!" Of course, what she really meant was "Rise from the shadows, social leper, and walk in the bright light of acceptance!"
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2011). “Soul Screamers Volume One: My Soul to Lose\My Soul to Take\My Soul to Save”, p.87, Harlequin
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