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“We're going to die. We're going to die..."
"We're not going to die," he barks. "Do YOU want to drive?"
My head shakes violently. "No way."
"Then stop...side seat driving!”
― Julie Reece, Crux

“You gotta be kidding me!" I clench my fists. "I am NOT Bilfro Baggins. You are not a wizard with a pointy hat, and this is not the one ring of power." I raise my finger toward the jagged stone.
Jeff's brows rise. "Bilbo? Bilbo Baggins?"
"Whatever!”
― Julie Reece, Crux

“Walk this way."
I don't want to walk HER WAY. She waddles more than walks and strangles me in the wake of stinky perfume. Sure I'd kill less brain cells sniffing glue.”
― Julie Reece, Crux

“And now I can tell everyone my dog poops diamonds!”
― Vi Keeland, Happily Letter After

“I created an Excel spreadsheet full of golf terms like eagle and birdie. I’m surprised one under isn’t called duck, because isn’t that what you do when you go under, duck?”
― Jarod Kintz, To be good at golf you must go full koala bear

“Zoey had later found a few of her mother's things mistakingly tangled in her own---a pair of lavender-colored leather gloves, a twisted and knotted gold bracelet, and a tube of saucy red lipstick, the color of which was called Bye Bye Birdie.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds: A Novel

“He loved the game. The battle that raged inside each player's head. The little ball that sat motionless, defying you to hit it. No defenders, no game clock, no excuses. And maybe that's why the highs were so high and the lows felt so low. Could you in the moment quiet your thoughts and execute? It was glorious when you did!”
― Philip Wyeth, Chasing the Best Days