“They want a woman who is a canvas, white and empty. Standing still, existing for no other purpose than to serve as a mute object onto which they can paint their own hopes and desires. They want their brides veiled.… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
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“This is just a discussion section, which means that people—freshmen people, to be exact—spend time expounding on their theory of the world. Since almost… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
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“I only said I would stop talking to you, he'd written. I never promised to stop loving you.” — Courtney Milan Copy Share
“Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste.… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
“ Jess again. Mark had called her Jessica . As if she were a full person, not a truncated portion of one.” — Courtney Milan Copy Share
“He snorted. “Are you lying to me, Miss Marshall?” “Of course I am.” She smiled at him. “I thought it would put you at… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
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“I’m Edward Clark. Born Edward Delacey. Now, apparently, Viscount Claridge.” He shut his eyes. “You can address me by my preferred title: 'you idiot'.”… — Courtney Milan Copy Share
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