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I sucked in a breath, physical pain shooting in all directions in my chest. “I know.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“She ripped the wild bun down from the crown of her head, and then brushed her long hair with her fingers. I couldn’t stop staring while she rewrapped it and tied it back again. I imagined that this was what she looked like in the morning, and then had to think about the first ten minutes of Saving Private Ryan to keep my dick from getting hard.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“Besides, there was something under the good girl facade. She hated me on sight because she’d been burned by someone like me before. No way was she a slut, though. Not even a reformed slut. I could spot them a mile away. My game face slowly melted away. I’d finally found a girl that was interesting enough to get to know, and a version of me had already hurt her.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“¡Un brindis! ¡Por los capullos! ¡Y por las chicas que te rompen el corazón! ¡Y por la mierda de perder a tu mejor amiga por ser tan estúpido como para enamorarte de ella!”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster