"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"You mostly.” Her hands went still again as her eyes stared off into the past with a look so wistful it made me ache for her. “The boys tended to take care of each other but you were too much for anyone else to handle.” I poked at the ball of yarn avoiding her eyes. “I wasn’t that bad.” She smiled. “You broke Ethan’s arm.” “It was self-defense. He wouldn’t let go of my foot.” “He was helping you tie your shoe."
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2016). “Stray”, p.132, MIRA
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