“Don’t worry, Prima Donna. If you start to look faint, I’ll drag your body to safety.”“My name is Hailey.”“Okay, Hailey. I’ll drag your prima-donna butt to safety, right after I finish my lunch break”

“I can finish that off and get you something better,” he offered.“You’d eat my leftovers?...” I felt like such a prima donna. “You’re a king.”“I’m a…hungry…king,” he shrugged, as he unassumingly glanced to the side. “I’m not picky.”

“Don’t you dare waltz uninvited into my gallery and disrespect me, my friends and my boyfriend. You do it again, I’ll drag you out of here by your hair. Got me?”

“A blanket could be used to keep your body warm. After all, your body starts cooling off rapidly once you die. But don’t worry, I’ll bury you someplace quiet, someplace sacred, someplace so secret the cops will never think to look there.
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“In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.”

“Accade talvolta che una donna sia più bella a ventinove anni di quanto non sia stata dieci anni prima.”