by Looking for Alaska » Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:30 pm
addison grabbed her hand, and gave a small smile "dont other guys have debates about wether clouds are vacums or pickles with you?"he asked sarcastically. "and i think you've understand this girl very well" he commented with a half smirk. as happy as he was now he knew it couldnt last there was a forbidding feeling in the back of his mind reminding him what awaited for him back at the institute. the sun came out of the clouds and shined down apon them the shadows from the tree branches made patterns across allies face as she stared at the sky the dandelions at her head swaying in the breeze - god she was beautifull right then and then addison could've snacthed her and run away with her, run far enough away that there problems would never find them - of course that was considered kid nap though.
“And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.”
“I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.”
“You made all of them what they are.”
I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.”
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“He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.”