Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
He gave me another one of those tender “I’m sorry if you’re hurting, baby” kisses, and I don’t mind saying I responded by sticking my tongue so far down that man’s throat, it’s a miracle I didn’t lick the bottommost quadrant of his heart.
City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert
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