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They couldn’t have been more opposite in personality, size, income bracket… pretty much everything.
Except for the loneliness.
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“How in the hell did I wind up in my car with an asshole, a cute kitten, and a creepy as fuck snake? That sounded like the beginnings of a bad joke.”
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Close your eyes, it’s easier that way
A golden cup and a toast to kings
Lost and decayed, we are cut beyond our saving
But we are home now, the room is still warmFell in love with an angel, a heart that isn’t cold
Say goodnight, we are dying, just hold on
I’ve blessed these shadows and tasted every one
They can’t steal our love tonightA century of open arms that shield the light
This battle scar is healing
Cast all the pain to the tourniquet that binds me
We are home now, the sun won’t hurt you anymoreFell in love with an angel, a heart that isn’t cold
Say goodnight, we are dying, just hold on
I’ve blessed these shadows and tasted every one
They can’t steal our love tonightLove has given me a reason to live
And love has given me a reason to dieFell in love with an angel, a heart that isn’t cold
Say goodnight, we are dying, just hold on
I’ve blessed these shadows and tasted every one
They can’t steal our love tonightFell in love with an angel, a heart that isn’t cold, isn’t cold, isn’t cold
I can feel the pain of the sun as it lights up the air
I can taste the hope, it’s everywhere…Love has given me a reason to live
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Murder was like getting a tattoo. The first one you carefully ask yourself why; each one after you ask yourself why not?
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“It’s over, then.”
“Some things are.” He touched Bill’s cheek tenderly with his fingers. “But you and me…we’re just beginning.”
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Home wasn’t a place. It was people. Pack.
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The only easy day was yesterday.
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“Everybody has a dark side…it’s okay to take that side out for a drive every now and then. Healthy adults have this crazy thing called impulse control that tells them when and where to do that. It’s what separates us from psychotic serial killers. And teenagers.”
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Nine years ago, he’d been caught in a nightmare and rescued by a few men who’d seen something in him that he might never understand. They’d taken him away, given him a home, and helped him create a new life. A fantastic new life. Together, the four of them had made a family, and now there were four more. Each and every man in the room was an integral part of that world. As he looked around and realized that they were finally free of the burden of his past, he could only smile.
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He extended his right hand to Noah, not even trying to hide the fact that his fingers were trembling. He couldn’t lose Noah. Mel’s death had destroyed his life, but Noah had given him balance and laughter again. He lifted him out of the abyss and made him feel alive. He had to find a way to meet Noah…at least part of the way. After years of loyalty, patience, and unwavering love, Noah deserved at least that.
But he was afraid. Was it too late? They were both so damn broken in their own way.
