“Never hit a man with a closed fist," he told her. He could feel her pulse. "Why? Because it gives you an excuse to manhandle me?" He let go. "Slap his face instead." "Ha." "It will make him take you… — 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 Image
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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 Image
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