Do you ride?” That sounded sort of dirty, and the way he looked at me felt sort of dirty, too. No one ever looked at me like that.“Why ‘Ghost’?” I asked.Grasping the top of the car door, he leaned over it and spoke in a dramatic, foreboding voice. “Because she’s so fast she disappears down the streets at night.”“That sounds dangerous.”His dimple appeared. “The best things in life are.
Jenn Bennett, The Anatomical Shape of a Heart
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