“I just hated to think I looked like crap around tall, handsome men. Even if they were gingers.”

“Because even after all this, I still loved her. Love and hate were two sides of the same coin, and my coin was destined to land with love facing up. And the minute I made peace with those odds was the minute I'd start winning.”

“You’re like a ghost magnet. Why do you think I like having you around?”My mouth dropped momentarily. “Because I’m awesome.”“Oh, well, that too.”

“Sometimes it felt like looking at his face and just accepting the way things were between us was the hardest thing in the world.”

“Fuck you, ginger balls.”

“Well, the flannel-coated pussy stealer won’t be taking care of her for much longer,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. She looked at me blankly. Perhaps she didn’t appreciate her sister being referred to as “pussy”. I cleared my throat. “I meant flannel-coated…ginger douche.”She dipped her chin and said dryly, “Dude, the term is douchecanoe.”

“Perry, when I fuck you, you’re going to want it. And you’re going to be sober. I don’t want just your body in all of this. I want everything. Your soul too.” “That’s a pretty tall order,” I said breathlessly…“I know,” he said determinedly. “And it’s something I am willing to work for.”