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Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable.

You__e going to tell me that last night shouldn__ have happened.__o. I__ glad it happened. For too long, I__e been telling myself that I could spend all this time with yo and flirt with you and not have it mean anything. It does mean something. You mean something to me. But I__ not in love with you.

I also found it particularly encouraging that the decent people in his life were now outnumbering the crazy bitches

But nothing was a important as escaping Evernight or the __estiny_ my parents and teachers had decided for me. I had only one chance to be free and to be with the guy I loved. I intended to take it.

A pool just isn't the same as the ocean. It has no energy. No life.

It was as if something snapped in two deep inside me. My parents-- the people I__ loved the most in the world, the ones I__ always told all my secrets to, the ones I__ wanted to hide with far away from the rest of the world. They had lied, and I couldn__ imagine why. It couldn__ possibly matter why.

I__ going, and don__ you dare try to stop me.__ ran through the door, willing myself to make it downstairs before I started to cry.

Tell me why._ My voice shook. __ell me right now.