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Lucy, as they're kicked out: "This is the third restaurant we're banned from, you slut!"

Gray, clutching his heart: "You, of all people, should be sensitive to this sort of thing... You lose your clothes in battle enough."

Lucy: "Not on purpose."

Gray: "Neither do I!"

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The argument about who's the bigger perv is settled when he finds, stashed under their mattress, the new story she's been working on:

Lucy, coming out of the bath, stopping short:

"W-what's that in your hand, honey?"

Gray, with barely restrained glee: "Why don't you guess, sweetie?"

Lucy: "No, listen—!"

I’m ready to let go of the person that my father wanted me to be

[The Love Hypothesis, by: Ali Hazelwood, aesthetic]

"carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man."

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"You can fall in love: someone will catch you."

"You kiss him and next thing you know he's saving your ass and he's buying you scones and calling you a smart-ass in a weirdly affectionate tone"

"She would have loved to run to the edge of campus and scream into the void until modern civilization collapsed, but that wasn’t exactly a pressing matter."

"God, she had forced a married man, a father, to kiss her. Now people thought that he was having an affair. His wife was probably crying into her pillow. His kids would grow up with horrible daddy issues and become serial killers."