“If "fine" were sporting a serial-killer glare, then she'd hate to see what "not fine" was.”
“I really hate you sometimes.""There's a fine line between love and hate."I glared at him. "Dream on.”
“But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.”
“there's a fine line between love and hate”
“He's gonna be fine," I confirmed.Can we see him?" Iggy asked.Ig, I hate to break it to you, but you're blind.”
“Fine," she said, and frowned. Monosyllabicism. An Outsider disease, and she'd been infected.”