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Leslie Feinberg
“I鈥檓 not saying we鈥檒l live to see some sort of paradise. But just fighting for change makes you stronger. Not hoping for anything will kill you for sure. Take a chance, Jess. You鈥檙e already wondering if the world could change. Try imagining a world worth living in, and then ask yourself if that isn鈥檛 worth fighting for. You鈥檝e come too far to give up on hope, Jess.”
Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

Carol Ann Duffy
“bees are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.”
Carol Ann Duffy , The Bees

Kody Keplinger
“Without warning, Wesley lifted me up onto the pool table. His hands moved to my shoulders, and a second later, I was flat on my back, staring up at him as he smirked. He shifted so that he was on the table too, leaning over me with his face only inches from mine.
鈥淥n the pool table?鈥� I said, narrowing my eyes at him. 鈥淪eriously?鈥�
鈥淚 can鈥檛 resist,鈥� he said. 鈥淵ou know, you鈥檙e pretty sexy when you鈥檙e pissed at me, Duffy.鈥�
First, I was struck by the irony of that statement. I mean, he used sexy and Duffy-implying I was fat and ugly-in the same sentence. The contrast was almost laughable. Almost.”
Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend

Kody Keplinger
“You know it鈥檚 true.鈥�
鈥淓ven if it is,鈥� I cried, 鈥渨hat does it matter? You could sleep with anybody, Wesley. So what if I walk away? So what if I have feelings for you? I was just a screw to you! You would never actually commit to me. You could never commit to anyone, but especially not to Duffy. You don鈥檛 even find me attractive.鈥�
鈥淏ullshit,鈥� he growled, his eyes on my face as he moved closer to me again.
He was so close. My back was pressed to the wall, and Wesley stood only inches away. It had only been a week, but it felt like ages since we鈥檇 been in this kind of proximity. A shiver ran up my spine as I remembered the way his hands felt on me. The way he鈥檇 always made me feel wanted, even if he had called me the Duff. Did he? Did he find me attractive despite the nickname? How? Why?
鈥淭hen why would you call me that?鈥� I whispered. 鈥淒o you know how much it hurts? Every time you call me Duffy, do you know how shitty it makes me feel?鈥�
Wesley looked surprised. 鈥淲hat?鈥�
鈥淓very time you call me that,鈥� I said, 鈥測ou鈥檙e telling me how little you think of me. How ugly I am. God, how can you possibly find me attractive when you put me down all the time.鈥� I hissed the last words through gritted teeth.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛-鈥� His eyes fell, staring at his shoes for a moment. I could tell he felt guilty. 鈥淏ianca, I鈥檓 sorry.鈥� He looked into my eyes again. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 mean-鈥� His hand reached out to touch me.
鈥淒on鈥檛,鈥� I snapped, shrugging away from him. I slid to the side and stepped away from the wall. I wasn鈥檛 going to be cornered. I wasn鈥檛 going to let him have the power here. 鈥淛ust stop, Wesley.鈥�
It didn鈥檛 matter if some part of him found me attractive. That didn鈥檛 change things. I was just another girl he鈥檇 slept with. One among many.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 mean anything to you,鈥� I told him.
鈥淭hen why am I here?鈥� he demanded, turning to face me again. 鈥淲hy the hell am I here, Bianca?”
Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend

Carol Ann Duffy
“along with the rest of our helpless world; and, O, if you could, you would, where lovers walked, sell off trees and not give a flying fuck for the muted mausoleums of the bees.”
Carol Ann Duffy, The Bees

Kody Keplinger
“Steady there,鈥� he whispered, his lips brushing past my ear as he eased up behind me. His hands settled on my hips, fingers toying with the hem of my shirt. 鈥淔ocus, Duffy. Are you focusing?鈥�
He was trying to distract me. And shit, it was working.
I jerked away from him, trying to thrust the back of my pool stick into his gut. But of course he dodged, and I succeeded only in knocking the cue ball in the opposite direction of what I鈥檇 intended, sending it right into one of the corner pockets.
鈥淪cratch,鈥� Wesley announced.
鈥淒amn it!鈥� I whirled around to face him. 鈥淭hat shouldn鈥檛 count!鈥�
鈥淏ut it does.鈥� He took the white ball out of the hole and placed it carefully at the end of the table. 鈥淎ll鈥檚 fair in love and pool.鈥�
鈥淲ar,鈥� I corrected.
鈥淪ame thing.鈥� He eased the stick back, staring straight ahead, before shooting it forward again. Half a second later, the eight ball sailed into a pocket. The winning shot.
鈥淎sshole,鈥� I hissed.
鈥淒on鈥檛 be a sore loser,鈥� he said, leaning his stick against the wall. 鈥淲hat did you really expect? I鈥檓 obviously amazing at everything.鈥� He grinned. 鈥淏ut, hey, you can鈥檛 hold it against me, right? We can鈥檛 help the way God makes us.”
Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend