“I’m here,” I told him, picking at the taxi company decal on the interior of the car window.“My face is relaxed and content. My lips are curved upward.” Sam did not laugh, because he was immune to my charms. “Have… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Sam was saying it didn’t matter, but it kind of did, too. “Save your kraut poetry for Grace,” I said, after a pause. “You’re getting your weird all over me.” “I’m serious,” Sam said.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
