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That Memory Made A Lump Form In My Throat As I Remembered His Face, Serious And Gorgeous, Those Brown Eyes Intense And Passionate As He Spoke Up For Me And Convinced The Others Of My Value.

We Were Going To Kill Ourselves In Trying To Kill Each Other.

You’re Killing Me Here, Sage!” “i’m Not Doing Anything.” “exactly My Point.

No, No. It's Always A Good Time For You To Call, Roza.

The Other Problem In My Life Is Dimitri. He's The One Who Killed Natalie, And He's A Total Badass. He's Also Pretty Good-looking. Okay—more Than Good-looking. He's Hot—like, The Kind Of Hot That Makes You Stop Walking On The Street And Get Hit By Traffic.