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Please note that flower-arranging class is canceled for the foreseeable future, following the incident with the chainsaw
Page 39 of The Murder Mystery Club Puzzle Book: Murder in the Village
By: Dr. Gareth Moore and Laura Jayne Ayres
Ha, a few. I spend so much time at a tattoo parlor in Cambridge that I should have a plaque on the chair.
Page 96 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Loch hisses behind me. “You love proving me wrong, eh?”
“What?”
“That is the wrong way to paint.”
“Oh, piss off.”
Page 89 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
His tension goes to suspicion. “The hell you on about?”
“What? Nothing.”
“You’re being awful pleasant.”
“You’re mad that I’m not being a dick to you?”
“A bit.”
“You’re certifiable. I’m trying to be civil. Can you be civil?”
“I can be perfectly fucking civil.”
“So can I.”
“Well, awful good, then.” He holds the palette back out to me. “Paint.”
“What?”
“We’re being perfectly fucking civil. And this is a perfectly fucking civil thing to do.”
“I will screw up your painting.”
“Impossible. It’s abstract impressionism.”
“Oh, okay, makes prefect sense.” That means nothing to me.
Page 88 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
He gets a posture I recognize, the grip of wanting to hide art. I feel that way whenever Coal looks over my shoulder while I’m writing. Like part of your soul is laid out, and you wouldn’t mind sharing it one day, but in that moment, it hasn’t grown a protective shell yet.
Page 86 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
I never sent you his picture— he’s a prick, but here, character study. How many googly eyes do you think it’d take to recreate those motherfucking cheekbones
Page 79 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
For no reason here is a library story
There will be millions of actions like this over the coming years. An important thing to remember is that for them to work (anywhere, not just libraries) is people absolutely can’t announce that this is what they are doing.
Not seeing constant acts of resistance doesn’t mean it isn’t happening all around you all the time. Some very effective methods require silence and secrecy.
Something to keep in mind.
Ah, hello, guilt, there’s always room for more of you.
Page 75 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“Dead on. We’ll be fine.”
“We will? Ha.” I press my fingers into my temples. “He’s going to throw me into the moat, isn’t he?”
“No.” Finn smirks icily. “Only because we do na have a moat.”
Page 68 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“Was that the apology you had in mind?” I whisper up to him. “Or should I go on about how all the rainbows in Ireland point to the pot of gold in your asshole?”
Page 59 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“You don’t need to breathe,” Wren says. “It isn’t on the itinerary.”
My stare is flat. “Fantastic.”
“Do you know what is on the itinerary?”
“Yes.” No.
Page 51 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“If you mess up that Eldredge knot, I will personally garrote you with it.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. I can’t fucking breathe.”
Page 51 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“You’ll laugh.”
“Probably.”
“Mosaic.”
“That’s not a bad—”
“Using multicolored googly eyes.”
I do laugh.
Page 47 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“Kris.” Coal leers. “Did you kiss someone from St. Patrick’s Day?”
Page 40 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
Hex’s big eyes do a good impression of innocence despite their demonic glimmer of amusement.
“You asshole.” I smack his shoulder.
Coal pops me on the back of the head. “Don’t hit my boyfriend.”
“He gets off on torturing me! You’re not going to defend your one and only brother?”
“No.”
Page 24 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
You’re going to graduate from Yale in three months and you don’t know what ‘pissant’ means?
Page 5 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
“What kind of cologne is that, boyo?”
Boyo? “Eau de mind your own business.”
Page 10 of Go Luck Yourself by Sara Raasch
