"I clung to the parts I couldn't have imagined — like his smell. I was sure I could never have dreamed that up on my own."
Stephenie Meyer - Twilight
Can you invent a smell, I mean a totally new one?
Something else from the same book:
"Do my questions bother you?" I asked, relieved.
"Not as much as your reactions do."
I've been rude some days ago. I've put some questions I shouldn't. And I just kept on with them. The situation was something like described here, but I just didn't realized in time. I'm sorry now, but it doesn't change the fact. I hate myself for being impatient like that. I always try to be perceptive, and when I fail it's something like self destruction.
And a semi-joke now: "Every father's dream, that his daughter will be out of the house before the hormones kick in."
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