“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,”… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Anna, you do have decent fashion sense. But I’ve seen your outfits, and you don’t have anything to wear on a date.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right?… — J.M. Richards Amazing-writing Copy Share Image
“Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag.” He… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously,… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
