ROMANCE. FANTASY. BADASSERY.
Boyfriends, she’d decided, were like seashells. Every once in a while you found Â pretty one to put in your pocket, but most were broken, some were sharp, some had a bad smell.
Words of effing wisdom.
From Layover, by Megan Hart
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