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The Worst, The Very Worst Requirement Of Friendship, In Eve Dallas's Opinion, Was Sitting Through An Entire Evening Of Childbirth Classes. What Went On There--the Sights, The Sounds, The Assault On All The Senses--turned The Blood Cold.

...she'd Gone Past Interest, Swung Into Attraction, Burst Through Lust, Tripped Over Affection, And Was Now Skidding Out Of Control Into Love.

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.

I'm A Barrel Of Monkeys, Kid, Though Mostly I Figure Monkeys Stuck In A Barrel Are Just Going To Be Pissed Off.

Do You Know What I Feel About You, Devin? About Us?...dazzled, You Dazzle Me. You Make Me Feel Things, And Want Things I Never Knew I Could Have. -cassie