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“Now stop looking at me before I pull my dress over my head and run screaming from your office because I don’t remember how to people.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Bites

“We’ve all made choices we regret,�� I said. Like my ex-husband, for example. And that Quarter Pounder with Cheese I ate at midnight. “I’m not here to judge.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Lies

“Kind of strange to sit there feeding someone soup in the bed you’d tied them to once upon a time.�� It was the most romantic terminal illness/bondage–related thing I had ever heard.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Private Lies

“Take Henry Cavil, for instance.�� “He’s okay, I guess,�� I said, flicking a careful look at Abernathy. “If you like the sweary and stabby type.�� “Now, if he can go from a rosy-cheeked lad to sword-wielding sociopath monster slayer with just the addition of a white wig and a bit of gruntin��, surely you can do the same.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Binds

“As a wolf, well…he could probably pass for the unholy lovechild of a Pomeranian and a rabid fox: fluffy red fur, stubby legs, a bottlebrush tail.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Sucks

“Do I make you nervous, Miss Harvey?�� Abernathy asked, glancing up from the resume. Ever noticed how there’s no good answer to this question? Such as: No, my anxiety disorder does. Or maybe: No, my face always looks like it’s bracing for a shovel.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Bites

“To this day, Thin Mints taste like shame to me. Delicious, delicious shame.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Binds

“and as far as I could tell, his chief hobbies included brooding and not telling me things.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Binds

“That, or he’s a stubborn, close-lipped information hoarder who enjoys blind-siding me with life-altering fuckery.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Binds

“If you can’t run by my side,�� he said, his voice smoky with the emotion, “then I’ll walk by yours.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Binds

“thousand dollars”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Bites

“And”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Bites

“Do you remember how it was in the beginning?�� he asked. “When the scent of him could drive you into heady hysterics? When you could have crawled into his skin and it wouldn't have been close enough?�� I nodded, my eyes prickling with unshed tears. I did. “Where is it now, the love you felt for him so desperately? Where, the passion? Where, the surrender? Gone. The same way everything goes. The people who loved you, the people you love. The dreams you labored for. Gone. You gave everything and have nothing. And this is life. This is all life is. Endings are all you will ever have.”
― Cynthia St. Aubin, Love Sucks