“Rude is declaring the dating pool of New York City tainted just because you managed to pick four assholes in a row." My throat warms, a lump of lava sliding down it. "Don't tell me I hurt your feelings," I murmur. "You of all people should know," he says, his gaze dropping to my mouth, "we 'surly, monochromatic literary types' don't have those.”
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