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“So. Cake. Chocolate raspberry?" "The cupcakes," Agnes said, concentrating on the important stuff, since the gunfire seemed to have stopped. "I know that's your favorite, Maria, but the cake has to be strong enough to support the fondant, and that one's pretty delicate. It'd be wonderful served with raspberry sauce at the rehearsal dinner, though. The raspberry sauce is in the silver bowl. The heart-shaped cakes are Italian cream cake and the round ones are pound cake, which is the only kind I'm positive will hold up the fondant. The square ones are a coconut pound cake that I'm trying out.”

Book:Agnes and the Hitman

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Agnes and the Hitman

The story follows Agnes, a young woman with a mysterious past, who finds herself entangled with a hitman. The narrative explores themes of trust, vulnerability, and the complexities of human relationships. more

Author

Jennifer Crusie

Jennifer Crusie, born in 1949, is a renowned American female author. Her works are known for their humor, wit, and profound emotional descriptions, which have won her a large following among readers. more

“"You’re the first girl I’ve met around here who’s real, and who cares about things and likes to do things. But half the time, you decide the conversation’s over in mid-sentence and take off. Or you ignore me when we’re at school and other people are around, and you tell your cousin that there’s nothing going on between us and that you’re not interested me at all." "Me? What about you?" "What about me?" "You’re the master of saying one word and disappearing. And you have all these things that you care about, like Bea and Oliver and surfing and acting, but most people would never know that. Your father thinks you can’t wait to be a banker and all your friends think you don’t care about anything. And meanwhile you’ve gone from a person who acted like he cared about me to a professional bodyguard doing a favor for my aunt. I mean, what is the whole Secret Service act about?” His jaw was clenched. “I don’t want anything to you.” “Nothing’s happened to me.” “Oh, like when you got hit by a car?” “It didn’t hit me.” “But I should have been there. I got caught up, talking to Mr. Dudley, and I was late, and I let you stand out there all alone.” “Quinn, that makes no sense.” “I just don’t want it to happen again.” “What don’t you want to happen?” “I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt on my watch.” That shut us both up. We were silent for a while, each looking out our respective windows as we sped along the highway. And then I figured it out. “This is about your mom, isn’t it?” He just sort of shrugged. And then he said, “Probably.” I moved closer and leaned into him. After a moment he put his arm around my shoulder. And we just stayed like that, not talking, the rest of the way to the airport.”

Love Argument Delia Truesdale Quinn Riley

Author:Jennifer Sturman

“Thousands of miles from all the people closest to me, this stranger became my mother, my father, and my family attending to me like a lost child in her village, with the ease and comfort a grandmother would show to her loved ones. All without us exchanging a single word.”

Found Family Human Kindness Heartwarming Moments Cultural Connection Connection Without Words Kind Strangers Soft Travel Travel Magic Unexpected Home

Book:Jet Lag Junkie: Unfiltered Tales of a Compulsive Wanderer

Source: Jet Lag Junkie: Unfiltered Tales of a Compulsive Wanderer

“The universe is against us, which makes sense. So we get another McFlurry and talk about how fat we are for a while.”

Mona Awad 13 Ways Of Looking At A Fat Girl

Book:13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl

Source: 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl

“I did this for you, you know, she always tells him. Did you? he wants to say. Because he doesn't remember ever asking for kumquats or hybrid cardio machines, but who knows? Maybe all this time, all the little ways he looked at her and didn't look at her, all the things he said or didn't say or didn't say enough added up to this awful request without his knowledge or consent, like those ransom notes made from letters cut from different magazines.”