Oh Slate, that boy is something else, "you remind me of a horse I own." Slate had no reason to lie, plus what woman didn't want to be likened to a beautiful animal?" I thought the book was okay I really liked it when Becky told Slate what she wanted, "I'm saying once we get this wound figured out and you get back on your feet, you can pick me up on Friday. I want a proper date, with flowers." She thought for a second, what else constituted as a proper date? "And chocolates. I want those, too." The book was okay, it didn't really get my blood pumping as much as I would have liked.
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