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"Happy birthday, baby."

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"A griffin."

"Good eye."

"Symbol of strength—and vigilance."

She turned her head, cocked it so that she could see his face. 

"You know the

oddest things, Jack. But yeah, that's why I chose it."

Captive Star

What happens to your body when you cry?

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I cry easily. You should see me after a greeting-card commercial on TV.”

All I want for Christmas

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By Rob from Sydney, Australia - Tears, CC BY 2.0, 

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Whether triggered by sad movies or happy reunions, 

stubbed toes or allergies, 

crying seems to serve many purposes.

MNN

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He brushed the hair back from her face. "You've got a right to break

down. I don't know anyone else who'd have made it this far without a blowout.

But don't cry anymore, M.J. It rips me up."

"I hate to cry." She sniffled, knuckled tears away.

"I'm glad to hear it."

Captive Star

"Call me late to dinner. Just leave my name alone."

He nodded in agreement. "Do I call you Kathleen?"

"I certainly hope not." She grinned. "No one else does."

It took him a moment to understand. "Kasey, then."

Tonight and Always

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As far as the “you can call me anything you want,” portion of that joke, I can definitely relate. My name — which seems pretty straightforward to me — is apparently a booger to remember, pronounce or get right half the time. You might never call me late to dinner, but one of every 20 people are going to call me “John.”

Clarion Ledger

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"It stands for Magdalen Juliette."

A cough of laughter escaped him. It was the last thing he'd expected. "You're kidding."

"It stands for Magdalen Juliette," she repeated between clenched teeth. 
"And the only people who know that are my family, Bailey and Grace. 
In other words, only people I love and trust, which now includes you."

"Magdalen Juliette," he repeated, rolling it around on his tongue. 
"Quite a handle, sugar."

"It's M.J. Legally M.J., because that's what I wanted. 
And if you ever call me any form of Magdalen Juliette other than M.J.,
 I will personally and with great pleasure skin you alive."

Captive Star

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"Hey, it's the Fourth of July. Ball games, beer, parades and fireworks. Some

things are sacred."

Captive Star

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You can't skip on America's birthday. And if you're going to it up, you might as well go all out with a star-spangled Independence Day Celebration.

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When the last boom echoed, she went down to make a fresh batch of drinks. It pleased

her, a great deal, to know her guests had a good holiday experience, and were even now

talking about the show, the feel, the local color.

It pleased her, too, to realize Lizzy wanted her companionship.

She fixed more chips and salsa, plated the pretty mini cupcakes topped with American

flags she’d gotten from the bakery. She left some on the counter for those who came

down, trayed the rest to carry up for those who wanted more time out in the summer night.

The Perfect Hope

Beers of Summer

He moved to the bar, elbowed in and ordered a Bitter Root beer—in a bottle. 

Dobie squeezed beside him, punched him in the arm. “Why do you wanna drink that foreign shit?”

  “Brewed in Montana.” He passed the bottle to Dobie, ordered another.

  “Pretty good beer,” Dobie decided after a pull. “But it ain’t no Budweiser.”

  “You’re not wrong.” Amused, Gull tapped his bottle to Dobie’s, drank. 

“Beer. The answer to so many questions.”

Chasing Fire

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500 beers for those hot summer days ahead.

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He'd have killed for a beer. A big, frosty mug filled with some dark import that

would go down smoother than a woman's first kiss. A beer in some nice, dim, cool

bar, with a ball game on the tube and a few other stool-sitters who had an

interest in the game gathered around. 

Captive Star

On Valentine's - "See beneath your beautiful"

He walked over, sat beside her, took her hand. "I've never told anyone I loved them before," he began. 
"I never loved anyone. Not a woman, not family, not a friend." 
"Jack." Swamped with emotion, she brushed the hair from his brow. 
"You just never had a chance to." 

Captive Star 

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What had she expected? she asked herself. 

No man would be comfortable around a woman after hearing a story like the one she'd told him. And why in God's name had she dumped out her past that way? 

How could she have trusted him with pieces of herself that she'd never given anyone before? 

Even Boyd, the person she considered her closest friend, knew only about the foster homes. As for the rest, she'd buried it-until last night. She didn't doubt that her tie to Liz had unlocked the door and let the nightmare back in. 

But she should have been able to handle it, to hold back, to safeguard her privacy.

The fact that she hadn't could mean only one thing.

Indulging in a sigh, Althea pushed herself up and rested her brow on her knees. She was in love with Colt. 

Ridiculous as it was, she had to face the truth. And, just as she'd always suspected, love made you stupid, vulnerable and unhappy. There ought to be a pill, she mused. A serum she could take. Like an antidote for snakebite. 

The sound of footsteps had her whipping her head up. 

Her eyes widened when Colt came to the doorway carrying a tray. 

He had a split second to read her reaction before she closed it off. She'd thought he'd taken a hike, he realized grimly. 

He was going to have to show the lady that he was sticking, no matter how hard she tried to shake him off. 

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