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Mariana Zapata

  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    He was the cutest little boy I’d ever seen—in the daylight—but somehow he didn’t understand that staring at someone while they were sleeping was pretty damn creepy. Really creepy.
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “Whose turn is it to help me with dinner?”
    All the silence needed was crickets in the background.
    Mac barked from inside the house like he was volunteering.
    I ruffled their hair. “Both of you are going to help? It’s my lucky day.”
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    The thing with being an adult sometimes, was that it sucked.
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “I think a bug flew into my mouth, Goo. I’m all right.”
    He winced. “I hate it when they do that. They don’t taste like chicken.”
    What the hell?
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    In my head, I added “fucker” to the end of that. In reality, I did not. Sometimes I even amazed myself.
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “We’re good,” he announced to the world, steadily.
    Like I wanted to be friends with him by that point.
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “Can my friends spend the night?”
    My initial thought was no, please, Jesus Christ, no.
    I didn’t even have to try and pull the memories of the last time his “friends” had slept over. Friends? More like demons from the ninth circle of hell.
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “These are spicy. Can you handle it?”
    I could only blame myself for the shit that came out of Louie’s mouth next. I really could. Because I said the same thing in front of him a dozen times in the past. “I’m Mexican. Yeah.”
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “I’m going to tell you the same thing I tell Josh: when you ask a really stupid question, you’re not getting an answer.”
  • Лера Третьякhas quotedlast year
    “But why did your brother call you that?”
    I shot him a look out of the corner of my eye. “I used to watch The Princess Bride all the time and used to say I was going to marry someone just like Westley someday.”
    He made a choking sound.
    “Shut up,” I muttered before I could help myself.
    Dallas made another sound that was something between a cough and a laugh. “How old were you?”
    “How old was I what?”
    “When you watched it all the time?”
    I smiled at the dishes. “Twenty-nine?”
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