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389 pages, Hardcover
First published September 9, 2014
"I shopped."
"Dear God! Are you alright? Should I call for the Mts?"
"You're reading a book."
"It's the Yeat's you gave me our first Christmas together. I reread it every year at this time."
She was lousy at giving gifts; she was worse at getting them.
“You go into marriage, you plow a road. You’re going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you’ve got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don’t. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don’t do something to make it worse, don’t do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you’re married to.”
“Just shut your mouth, you ignorant twat."
"Aw, Dallas, he called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat."
"It's the rank," Eve told her. "You'll make bitch one day."
"Thanks. That means a lot to me.”