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“Milano, una scuola media statale, maggio 2014 «Professoressa, è arrivato un altro genitore, sa, per il colloquio…» Piera alzò gli occhi al cielo e guardò l’orologio: undici e dieci minuti. Dieci minuti di ritardo e nessun appuntamento. Sospirò. Parlare con un altro genitore voleva dire perdere quasi completamente l’ora buca che di solito utilizzava per correggere i compiti o fare qualche piccola commissione. E, accidempolina, aveva visto quell’abitino nella merceria di viale Brianza. L’unica merceria ancora aperta a Milano e l’aveva beccata lei! Dio, non era forse patetico comprare i vestiti in merceria? Forse solo sua nonna e le sue diaboliche amichette novantenni lo facevano ancora. Ma l’abitino era a buon mercato, semplice come piaceva a lei e… color grigio topo. Possibile che si vestisse solo di grigio? E senza nessuna dannatissima sfumatura, per giunta! Sorrise amaro, pensando ad altre sfumature, anche se non era quello il momento di piangere sulla sua castissima vita di single. Ora doveva incontrare il genitore ritardatario, privo di buona creanza e di un accidente di appuntamento. Be’, per questa volta avrebbe chiuso un occhio, anche perché forse si trattava della mamma di Diamante De Braud che aveva convocato già da un paio di settimane, ma che ancora non si era vista. Secondo Diamante, che tutti chiamavano Didi, la madre era in Irlanda a risposarsi da qualche parte. In Irlanda? A risposarsi con un leprechaun? Di certo un’altra frottola della ragazzina. Ok, era ora di vedere la genitrice inopportuna. «Le dica che arrivo fra cinque minuti, Flaminia» disse. La commessa la guardò con uno strano sorrisino sulle labbra. «Gli dica. È un papà. E non so se mi sono spiegata.» Non so se mi sono spiegata. No che non ti sei spiegata, Flaminia! Ora anche le commesse erano diventate petulanti? E quel sorrisetto ammiccante che diavolo voleva dire? Come se non avesse ricevuto nessuna gomitata metaforica nello sterno, finse di ributtarsi a capofitto sul compito che stava correggendo e con un che di acido rispose: «Gli dica, allora. Grazie». «Il genitore mi ha anche detto di dirle che lui ha molta fretta…» Piera alzò lo sguardo davanti a sé e sentì una fitta di rabbia trafiggerla. «È in ritardo e ha pure fretta?» Ora lo sistemo io, questo maleducato, pensò alzandosi con troppa foga e dirigendosi verso la porta con fare minaccioso. «Il registro, professoressa! Non dovrebbe portarlo con sé?» le ricordò Flaminia. Decisamente petulante. Trattenendo un’imprecazione, che in ogni caso non sarebbe stata molto più spinta di un perdindincibacco!, Piera si bloccò, girò su immaginari cardini e tornò sui suoi passi. Poi, a testa alta e col registro ben stretto in mano, passò di fianco a Flaminia che la guardava ancora con quello strano sorrisino. «Vedrà, professoressa, non se ne pentirà.» «Forse sarà lui, a pentirsene» mormorò lei tra i denti. Avrebbe detto il fatto suo a quel maleducato. Come no?”

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Book:Vuoi vedere che è proprio amore?
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“It was easier to trust Siddhartha when he was a stranger. It was easier to trust him when he didn’t talk to me. It was easier with the distance. On this trip, when things will be real, and he’ll be in close proximity, I will not be able to make him the dream angel of my life. On this trip, I’ll have to see the real him, whoever he is, maybe just the opposite of what I imagined, maybe abusive, or a fraud, or a pervert. I don’t know, but now I’m afraid maybe after this trip, when I’ll see the real him, maybe he’ll take away from me the whole idea of Siddhartha I have in my mind.”

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Book:That’ll Be Our Song
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“Two months later, Gail brought Bill home to meet her parents, and Beryl, a nervous mama having heard so much about the gallant Navy boy, served up her best pot roast with onions, a heap of buttery mashed potatoes with Gail’s favorite gravy, and boiled carrots for Sunday dinner. Before dinner was served, they sat on the porch and made homemade ice cream together. Gail sat on the ice cream bucket while Bill churned—abiding the flirting of Baby Lou and worldly Laila, though married with a baby. The Navy boy couldn’t care less about the two sisters because he was busy pouring ice cubes and salt into the bucket, soon hidden again under Gail’s skirt. Coalbert, the working boy, accompanied by his cute girlfriend, Ivy, wasn’t going to be outdone by a crew cut. He started making pig squeals and then said, “Come on, piggy, I wanna kiss you!” This was the story that humiliated Gail the most. She hated when Coalbert told stories from their Arkansas childhood. “What’s with him?” Bill looked at Gail. Coalbert took over and explained how Gail had fallen in love with the baby pigs they had bought to ward off starvation in Western Grove. “She’d run chasing them through the mud and shit, ‘Come on, piggy, I wanna kiss you!’” Gail got off the ice cream bucket and walked into the house. Bill laughed and stayed on the porch with Coalbert and the sisters, shooting the breeze and catching up with stories to embarrass Gail.”

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Book:The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch
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“When taking a suitor to task for not demonstrating sufficient impatience to declare himself so as to scale the wall outside your bedchamber and enter your room through the window, which, you will recall, you did last night,” he said with conversational ease as if arriving to take tea in her sitting room, “it’s commonly accepted courtesy to have a window through which he may enter. In the absence of just such an aperture, I was forced to sneak into the house through the front door.”

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Book:A Nefarious Engagement
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“Arms still crossed, Lindsay's clogs tapped on the sidewalk. “So Sam didn’t tell you I was a desperate orphan child with no life outside of work? This isn’t some kind of intervention, some kind of lame attempt to cheer me up?” He grinned.“Why would she do that?” “Because that’s how it sounded.” Nudging her shoulder, he grinning down at her. “You don’t look desperate, Dr. Lindsay, not by a long shot." “That’s because you don’t know me.” Lindsay bit her lower lip, arms still crossed, clogs still tap-tap-tapping. Her chest heaved. “My parent’s died in a car accident almost two years ago. It’s a difficult thing to get over. I’m still not exactly right. I guess she worries about me.” Ty sucked in his breath, thinking fast. “I’m really sorry about your parents, Linds.” As he put an arm around her shoulder, she broke into a self-conscious smile and shook her head. “Spend any time with me at all and you’ll find that Sam’s right. I’m a desperate orphan child, completely paranoid and irrepressibly horny.” “Whoa!” She looked so cute, but vulnerable, too. He closed the arm around her shoulder, squeezing her sideways to his chest. Embarrassed, she smiled as she elbowed his rib. Then she dropped her arms and stayed put, tucked close against him. It felt right, having her there.”

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Book:Right Kinda Bull
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“Did you want to change into something more comfortable?” Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts. I smack his knee. “I'm comfortable, but I know you're not.” He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies. “You're right,” he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad? Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now. He smirks. “You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.” He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest. I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, “If I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes.” “So if I'm not wearing clothes...” I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. “Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.”

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Book:Here All Along
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“When we get to Paris, I will tell her everything. I don’t think I can bear this agreement anymore. I always keep my promises, but I don’t think I can keep this one. It’s already decided.
I will tell her everything. That I have never stopped loving her, that there is no other woman in my life than her, that I have only really loved her, no one else.”

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Book:Just Business
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“Taking her tiny hand into both of mine, I lift it to my chest, placing it right over my racing heart. “You feel that?” I rasp, swallowing hard. Her head bobs. “That’s yours. It’s always been. So, the next time you try to convince yourself that you know what’s best for me, I want you to remember what you feel when we’re together.” I touch the pads of my first two fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against my skin. “I feel it, too.”

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Book:Boomerangers
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“I’m probably getting too familiar with him, but there’s something about him that makes me feel like I would tell him anything. He asks these incredibly direct questions, things that some of my closest friends have never even thought to ask, and I’m inexplicably compelled to share all these deeply personal thoughts. He’s like human Xanax or something.”

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Book:Single-Minded
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“You know that feeling when you’re suddenly startled out of a deep sleep, and you’re in that hazy middle world where you’re not sure what’s real—like maybe you actually could be chasing after an ice cream truck wearing only fishing waders and a canary yellow bridesmaid’s dress, or you’re just one answer away from winning a year’s supply of adult diapers on a Japanese game show? —SINGLE-MINDED”

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Book:Single-Minded
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“Speaking of body decorations, I luuhhhvv your belly piercing!” Heeb said, looking at the gold ring in the center of her slim, tan waist. Despite the artic cold, Angelina had opted for a skin tight, black tube top that ended just above her belly, on the assumption that a warm cab, a winter coat, and a short wait to get into the club was an adequate frosty weather strategy. Heeb was still reverently staring at her belly when Angelina finally caught her breath from laughing. “Do you really like it? You’re just saying that so that you can check out my belly!” “And what’s so bad about that? I mean, didn’t you get that belly piercing so that people would check out your belly?” “No. I just thought it would look cool…Do you have any piercings?” “Actually, I do,” Heeb replied. “Where?” “My appendix.” “Huh?” “I wanted to be the first guy with a pierced organ. And the appendix is a totally useless organ anyway, so I figured why the hell not?” “That’s pretty original,” she replied, amused. “Oh yeah. I’ve outdone every piercing fanatic out there. The only problem is when I have to go through metal detectors at the airport.” Angelina burst into laughs again, and then managed to say, “Don’t you have to take it out occasionally for a cleaning?” “Nah. I figure I’ll just get it removed when my appendix bursts. It’ll be a two for one operation, if you know what I mean.”

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Book:Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC
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“He's reading a book called Great Warlocks of the 18th Century, and to get this ball rolling before Dean Devlin shows up and rains on our private parade, I snort and ask, "Good book?" I forget I'm pretending to be sitting behind my two-thousand-ninety-eight-page Highlights of Modern Chemistry book, so he snorts back. "Better than yours.”

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Book:Becca Bloom and the Drumsticks of Doom: A Heavy Metal Love Story
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“He was just drifting off when he heard her soft whisper. "Cooper?" "Still here." Maybe she'd changed her mind about the sheet. The thought made his body twitch. Yeah, she was going to toss that damn thing aside and roll toward him. She'd wrap that hot little bod tight to his, and he'd --- "Thank you." Breanne said very quietly. He blinked. "Thank you? He slid his hand down to cup himself. Still hard. Nope, he hadn't missed anything...”

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Book:Get A Clue
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