“Holy effing moly.”
“HOLY MOTHER EFFING SPARKLY VAMPIRES IS HE HOT”
“And his hair was free, no ponytail, no braid, the long thickness of it waved and curled down his back, over his shoulders and next to his face. I felt my lungs start burning. Holy freaking moly… my husband was hot!”
“And she says, “Then let’s just take the effing road and get ourselves to Haven.”I smile, a little. “You said effing,” I say. “You actually said the word effing.”
“The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.”
“Oh No! My wings are effed up!”