“I wasn’t searching for compliments, like when skinny girls say they look fat, or when girls with gorgeous curly hair say how they hate humidity. . . . I swear I wasn’t silently begging Bex to roll her eyes, and say, ‘Whatever! That guy should be so lucky.’ But she did, and I’d be lying if I said that it didn’t make it better.”
I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You, 117
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