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“In all the time I'd known her, I'd hardly touched her. But her hand on mine felt so right and real, so powerful in its own weird way. It didn't make sense to me why this one girl affected me like that.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“And I did everything I could to get over the nagging emptiness that took over every time I thought of Felicity Williams.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“I was a fuckhead for suggesting it, but I wasn't quite ready to leave her all alone yet. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I just wanted a little more time while she sorta kinda needed me.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“This is Ireland, Fliss. We've got about every type of potato dish in existence. We've got hash browns.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“There was a time I would have totally agreed with this," she said softly. "You can be a real wanker sometimes.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“Always hoping that, if I got drunk enough or stoned enough, I could numb that part of my soul that ached for Fliss as well.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“Jesus, Denny." she muttered, "I felt like fucking Yoko Ono.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“Really, 1969, huh?" she said with a devious smile, and then murmured, "Good year.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy

“It is torture, lying there beside you every nightâ€� not touching you. Every feckinâ€� night I ache to feel you wrapped in my arms. I want to press my lips against yours, to pull the clothes from your body and take ya on a spiteful ride.â€� I lifted my head and cradled hers in my hands, then growled my words a hair’s breadth from her lips. “I want to fill you up to the point that you feel like I do.”
― Sibylla Matilde, Wild Irish Envy