Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. Thank you, she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.
She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one...
(n.) An olive grove.
(n.) An olive tree.
(n.) A small tilt hammer, worked by the foot.
He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.
Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking...
She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak...
I've always been able to see you, I say. It's a rather lovely view.
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