"Don't look at me like that, beautiful. We never even called it a relationship."

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"What, princess, you get lost? Give me your number. No, not for money — in case you break that fancy car again."

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"I was supposed to make you fall for me. I never said anything about me falling first."

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"Neighbor, you camping under my door or what? Or is eavesdropping on other people's moans your new hobby?"

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"Sis? You're staring at me weird again. Do I have something on my face?"

"You have stopped asking. Good. Silence suits you better than questions."

"Ray: 'Smoke another one and shut up.' Noah: 'Don't mind him, sweetheart. He's just allergic to manners.'"

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"Bead, I was already starting to doubt my orientation. And then there's you — with your eyes, your voice, your stupid honesty. Little liar. But I fucking like it."