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But oh am I in such need of a John and Edel Kavanagh book.
Like it'll start with John being in Cork and Edel running away. Then, it ends with Johnny being born.
I'm also kinda hoping that John and Edel kinda hating each other in the beginning and then eventually falling for one another.
Also kinda hoping that they have a small wedding (eloping almost) with just them and John's parents.
And also, I need John to be a rugby player
#binding 13#keeping 13#saving 6#redeeming 6#taming 7#boys of tommen#shannon lynch#johnny Kavanagh#edel Kavanagh#john snr Kavanagh#gerard gibson#claire biggs#hughie biggs#patrick feely#lizzy young#joey lynch#aoife molloy#lynch siblings#tadgh lynch#ollie lynch#sean lynch
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lizzy young and Patrick feely
GAHHHH MY BABIESSS!
HOW COULD CHOLE CHOSE TO MAKE HUGHIE OF ALL MOTHERFUCKERS HER ENDGAME? WHAT DOES IT MATTER SHE LOVES HIM WHEN HE DOES NOT? HUGHIE TO END LIZZIES MISERABLE STATE?
Feely literally defends her but also calls her out on her actions like a smart person does not yelling at her like an animal. THEY WILL BE ENDGAME IS MY HEART 😭
Also let's just acknowledge the fact that Claire calls gibsie gerad (his actual name not his nickname) and lizzie calls feely Patrick Ahhhhh
I love Katie but Lizzie is my viper just like Nesta Archeron.
#Lizzie young#Patrick feely#Claire Biggs#Gerald gibsie#Shannon lynch#johnny kavanagh#joey lynch#Aofie Molloy#Binding 13#Keeping 13#Saving 6#Redeeming 6#Taming 7#Hughie Biggs#Katie Wilmot#Claiming 10#Feeling 12#Pro nesta archeron
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like the river x bulldozer
shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh from biding 13 and keeping 13 (boys of tommen #1 and #2) by chloe walsh
#shannon lynch#johnny kavanagh#boys of tommen#binding 13#keeping 13#joey lynch#aoife molloy#gerard gibson#claire biggs#lizzie young#hughie biggs#chloe walsh#taming 7#redeeming 6#saving 6#johnnyshannon
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I recently got into the Boys of Tommen series, and some of the fans opinion about one of the female characters left me really confused and a little bit sad since I really like her.
I’m talking about Lizzie a character that hasn’t yet a book, so basically we still don’t know her backstory and motivations.
We just know some details of her story, and that she has something going on with another character (Hughie).
With the things that we know about her, and also her relationship with Hughie, I don’t think we can already judge her.
You can be annoyed by her attitude in the book, because she really is sometimes rude and mean and not easy to like.
But even that is tied with her trauma that we still don’t know about.
People are really calling this character names for a situation that is not clear and explained, and personally I don’t think that she and Hughie slept together.
And yes, I have read “Seven sleepless nights” and hers and Hughie short story, in which they sleep together.
But the author said that SSN is not canon and also the other characters scenes were said to be dreams.
In the BOT universe nothing has happened between Hughie and Lizzie, that’s why I don’t understand all the hate both characters are getting.
Let’s wait for their book and see how things play out, Lizzie is confirmed to be Claiming 10 (Hughie’s book) heroine so is almost 99% sure that they are endgame.
He is currently with Katie.
So we just have to wait and see how the writer will handle this situation, and how Lizzie and Hughie are gonna get together.
I just think you can trash on them, the moment we learn for sure that they are sleeping together while Hughie is still with Katie.
In the end a cheating trope never killed anybody guys, let’s all calm down it’s just a book.
And Katie was never such a relevant and interesting character, she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on that’s obvious, but I don’t think people really like and are so attached to her like it seems… they are just using her to hate on Lizzie.
It’s unfair that a female character so complex and interesting like Lizzie has to get all this hate, but I also blame the author who put her in a controversial situation like this one.
Let’s wait for Lizzie/Hughie crumbs in Taming 7, and their book that is supposed to also be releasing this year!!!!
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CLAIMING 10, HUGHIELIZZIE headers !
• 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁
#twitter headers#headers#twitter layouts#twitter packs#boys of tommen#hughielizzie#lizzie young#hughie biggs#claiming 10
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just why chloe walsh
#boys of tommen#hughie biggs#lizzie young#why do you have to do this to me#i hate the trope but i love them both but i hate hughie a bit and ill die for lizzie
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claire biggs and gerard gibson quotes in keeping 13
“Where's the fire?" Gibsie snickered and then grunted loudly when Claire slapped him in the stomach from the passenger seat.
"Filter, Gerard," she hissed. "Come on!”
“Gerard, don't be picking fights," Claire said when she reached his side. "You're on a warning, remember?" Fisting the back of his jersey in her hand, she tugged him back from Cormac. "You heard what our mothers said. If you get in anymore trouble this summer, you're not allowed to go to the festival next weekend." Releasing his jersey, she placed her hands on her hips and glared up at him. "And you're taking me."
"Of course, I'm taking you, Claire-bear," he purred, giving her a devilish grin. "I'll take you right now, if you want?”
"I'm serious, buddy." Grabbing his big hand in hers, Claire spun on her heels and stalked towards the door, dragging Gibsie after her. "I'm not going to be a single mother just because you can't stop chasing trouble and getting yourself thrown in the barracks. We have babies to raise, Gerard Gibson, and a concert to go to, so you're going to do what you're told. Now follow me!"
"Oh fuck, I love it when you boss me around, babe," he groaned, hurrying after her like a puppy. "Talk dirty some more to me."
"Get out the door, Gerard," she ordered, holding the door wide open. "Now."
"Yes, boss.”
“Doesn't she look like sunshine?" Gibsie croaked out, slapping my chest. "Look at that fucking girl, lad!”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law," Gibsie laughed, running off with an armful of chocolate in his arms. "Claire – grab the bag and run, babe. It's full of sweets."
"Welcome home, Johnny," Claire squealed, chasing after Gibsie with my carry-on bag in her arms. "Thanks for the sweets.”
“Or I'm going to fart on your girlfriend. And trust me, it's going to be a ripe one. I was on the cider all day yesterday."
"He's telling the truth," Claire added, gagging. "His farts are chronic, guys. I thought he was going to blow us up last night."
"You were farting, too," he shot back. "Like a ripper."
"I know," she replied, not missing a beat. "I had to try and drown out yours, didn't I?"
"God, the two of you are beyond fucked up," Johnny chuckled.”
“with Claire on his shoulders. She didn’t look scared– quite the opposite. She had every faith in him not dropping her head-first into the masses. I found that strange considering the boy had already lost both of her wellies and her t-shirt in the crowd. It didn’t seem to faze Claire one bit, though. She had her hands in the air, laughing and singing along with the band and the sixty thousand or so people surrounding us.”
“For their final song of their set, the band started to play Hear You Me. I glanced over to Gibsie and Claire who were completely focused on one another. Gibsie had one arm hooked loosely across the front of her legs, while he held a plastic cup of whatever the hell he was drinking in the other hand. A cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth as he slowly rocked from side to side amongst the crowd. I didn’t miss the way that every few minutes, Gibsie smoothed his hand from her calf to her ankle. I also didn’t miss the way that Claire rewarded this move by tightening her thighs around his neck and dropping a hand to stroke the side of his jaw. I didn’t think either one realized they were openly petting each other. They just seemed to be completely in sync with one another on both a physical and emotional level.”
“Who's the man?" Gibsie asked, sidling up to us with Hughie and Feely in tow. He waggled his brows at Claire and grinned. "Are you talking about me again, Claire-bear?”
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Screen shots from a DVD of Carol Reed's 1935 film adaptation of Mr. Midshipman Easy, starring then 15-year-old Hughie Green as the title character. It opens with a stirring rendition of “Haul Away Joe,” backed by a full orchestra, as a surprisingly impressive HMS Harpy sails into view. There’s not much else to recommend it.
My expectations for the special effects were low, and I was pleasantly surprised by the quality. The frigate looks good, the naval scenes are better than I expected, and while the costuming is flawed it's not too detracting. The movie doesn't look or feel low-budget for its time period.
On the down side, the casting of major characters was poor— they really look nothing like their descriptions in the book. Hughie Green is a little blond slip of a boy who looks nothing like the tall, heavyset character with curly black hair who is already an expert fighter from his schoolboy days. The actor playing rival midshipman Vigors looks more like Jack Easy than Jack Easy, shown here in a scene where they confront each other in the midshipmen’s berth.
I like the casting choice for Ned Gascoigne, at right, although I will never get over blond pipsqueak Jack Easy. The actors are age-appropriate for their characters although they look like children to me. It drives home how much warfare in this time period involved minors (who were very much considered to be minors, since a man did not legally reach adulthood until age 21). Many Marryat heroes, Jack Easy included, impatiently wait to reach the age of majority.
Here’s a very good First Lieutenant Sawbridge at left, and a handsome Captain Wilson at right. But what is that thing in the middle!? I’m so dismayed that that is supposed to be the boatswain Mr. Biggs. He’s a “slight, dapper man” in the book, who is inordinately proud of his fancy watch, but in this movie adaptation he’s a slovenly, obese character played for laughs (and the trousers-stealing scene doesn’t even make it into the movie.)
I’m equally annoyed with the Mr. Easthupp in this movie, at right next to Biggs. The book doesn’t talk about his age or physique (although he seems young-ish to me), but the purser’s steward is a “remarkably neat dresser” who is effeminate and very stylish. I’m really not getting that from this character actor, who is British but makes no attempt at Easthupp’s Cockney accent and buckish slang. The famous three-way duel with Easthupp, Biggs, and Jack Easy is in the movie, but in a mangled, truncated version that loses all the humor.
I understand that you have to cut out a lot of material from Mr. Midshipman Easy to condense it into a feature-length film; this is the case with all Marryat novels. In a perfect world they would all get television miniseries. But even allowing for the abridged version of the story, it's just too different in this adaptation. The characters in some cases have very little resemblance to their book versions, and others have been reduced to an insignificant role.
Margaret Lockwood plays Easy's love interest Donna Agnes. Although Lockwood was only 19 at the time, the heavy makeup and penciled eyebrows make her look much older; and with the 15-year-old Green looking like he's 12 they make for a creepy-looking couple. I’m glad that they parted as girlfriend and boyfriend in this version rather than getting married at the conclusion.
In the book their relationship is handled in a surprisingly respectful and deft way. Agnes is only 14 to Jack’s 16 or 17 when they meet, and they get to know each other better over the course of years. Jack even learns Spanish to write love letters to Agnes. (In the movie all the Spanish characters speak accented English, because of course they do.) The movie adaptation is very shallow in every way, compared to the book.
I’ve read praise for the British Guyanese actor Robert Adams, who plays Mesty in this film, but Mesty’s role wasn’t handled well either. Marryat doesn’t exactly write in a racially enlightened way, since he makes Mesty speak in a stereotypical dialect —including having Mesty learn English from Irish immigrants, so Marryat can mock Irish as well as black dialects— but the fact that Mesty has experienced unfair racial discrimination is taken pretty seriously in the book. In the movie he’s a bland supporter of Jack Easy with no pathos of his own.
#frederick marryat#captain marryat#age of sail#mr. midshipman easy#age of sail movies#1935#carol reed#hughie green#margaret lockwood#robert adams#film adaptation#midshipman easy#1930s#hms harpy#jack easy#ned gascoigne#captain wilson#mr. sawbridge#mr. biggs#mr. easthupp
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claire biggs and gerard gibson quotes in keeping 13
“Gerard," Claire coaxed. "It's okay. You can have dinner with me."
"Can I eat you?" he asked, sounding playful once more.
"If you're good," she replied, patting his shoulder.
"What?" Gibsie's voice rose so high, it was almost girlish. "I mean –" he roughly cleared his throat several times before adding, "What?"
Feely chuckled quietly. "Lost for words, Gibs? That's a first."
"I know, right?" Claire giggled, using her finger to close Gibsie's mouth. "I think I broke him.”
“Sinking down on the grass beside Claire, he huffed out a breath. "Now, I'm fucking depressed."
"Oh, come on. He'll come back to you, too." Hooking her arm through his, Claire leaned her cheek against Gibsie's shoulder. "And you can't be too sad, Gerard – we're having babies together this summer, remember?"
"Yeah, I know," he sighed heavily as he rested his chin on her head. "But I'm still not sure we're ready for that kind of responsibility, babe. I mean, I'm only seventeen."
"Well, ready or not, the babies are coming," Claire replied, patting his knee. "And it's your fault for letting him in.”
“Brian," Gibsie explained in a glum tone. "Turns out he had an undescended testicle and wasn't shooting blanks like we thought."
"And that explains why you're having babies this summer how exactly?" Katie choked out, eyes-wide.
"He had sex with Cherub," Gibsie wailed. "We caught them at it in Claire's room back during Easter break. And now she's pregnant."
"Our cat Cherub?" Hughie demanded. "Brian got her pregnant?"
"We've had our suspicions for a while, but the vet confirmed it last Wednesday," Gibsie groaned. "We saw them and everything, didn't we, babe?"
"Uh-huh – on an ultrasound monitor," Claire agreed. "She's having six kittens.”
“That's it. I'll father them. I'll do the night feeds with you, Claire. I'll be there at the birth. But that's it. Yours are the only babies I'm claiming. I know nothing whatsoever about Mrs. Lovell's tabby or any other woman's pregnant pussy. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."
"You two are made for each other," Katie chuckled. "It's so adorable.”
“Well, I don't know what I'm doing yet," Claire announced. "I haven't even thought about it."
"You should skip," Gibsie encouraged, waggling his brows at her. "Then you're one year closer to me."
"And what good would that do me?" Claire teased.
"It'll put us ahead of schedule," he replied, not missing a beat. "It's a good omen. I can feel it in my balls."
Claire rolled her eyes. "You and your weirdness.”
“At least your sister had the imagination to think this whole trip up. We'd be sitting in Biddies, downing pints and warding off clingers if it wasn't for her." Turning to Claire, he said, "Don't you mind him, babe. You did a great job." With his free hand, he tugged on her ponytail, forcing her to look up at him. "You keep that head up," he ordered, tipping her chin with his thumb. "Don't you dare hide that angel face from the world."
Claire's already pink cheeks turned as red as the balloons she was clutching in her hands. "Thanks, Gerard.”
“Say it one more time and I'll burn your tent with you in it," Gibsie snarled, glaring at Hughie. "You think I'm messing? Keep upsetting her and see what fucking happens –”
“Claire's eyes filled with tears and she hurried off through the woods in the direction of the camping site, mumbling something about a fly being in her eye.
"Oh my fucking god!" Gibsie roared, clearly livid. "If any of you have a problem with being here, then get back in your cars and leave!" Gesturing behind him to where Claire had hurried off, he added, "Think very carefully about your next move, because if you're coming, then you're going to be happy. You're going to smile, and you're going to have a good bastard time. You're going to eat the cake, you're going to sing all the happy fucking birthdays, and you're going to thank that girl for spending the last bloody month organizing this trip for your unworthy asses!”
“We left our heavily pregnant cat at home for this, and Claire's anxious enough about Cherub without all of you breathing down her neck, so if you upset her, again, I will legit take leave of my senses and lose the fucking plot." Eyes bulging, he added, "Don't push me, because I'm already half-way there!”
“It's okay, Gerard," Claire soothed as she knelt in front of him with a towel in her hand. "Shh…" With aching tenderness, she gently dabbed at his face and hair. "I'm right here with you." Moving onto his shoulders, she gently dried him off with the towel before wrapping it around his shoulders and cupping his pale face in her hands. "Deep breaths." Pressing her forehead to his, she stroked his cheeks and whispered, "I'll keep you safe.”
“Can Gerard and I have your keys?" Claire's voice filled my ears seconds before her head popped through the opening of our tent. Without a word, Johnny grabbed his keys off the tent floor and handed them to her. "Thanks," she replied before disappearing once more.
"Do you think he should be driving after what happened?" I asked, worried.
Johnny shrugged. "Probably not, but he needs space," he told me, brows set in a deep frown as he focused on plucking wet strands of grass off his shin and then tossing them away. "He'll go for a drive with her, she'll do whatever she does that brings him back down, and then he'll bounce back again."
"Claire?"
"Claire," he confirmed with a nod.
"I think they have secrets," I admitted, shifting closer to him.
"I think you're right," Johnny agreed. "But whatever he needs right now, he'll get that from her.”
“Everyone screamed with laughter as Gibsie cleared his throat and started to sing his own drunken rendition of Richie Kavanagh's My Girlfriends Pussy Cat at the top of his lungs. Smirking, he locked eyes on Claire, and I knew right there and then that he was directing every word to her. He was singing these words at her and he wanted her to know he meant the opposite of the lyrics.”
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“Gibsie grinned and pressed the phone to his ear. "Only if I get caught – hey, how's it going, babe? I need you to be outside in five – yeah, five minutes. Why? Because I'm picking you up, that's why. Yeah, don't waste time asking questions. Just put your coat on and meet me at the bottom of your driveway. It's cold outside so wear the red one." He grinned, clearly getting a mouthful down the line before saying, "I know you're at home because I saw you watching me from my bedroom window earlier – yeah, I know you stalk me, too. Yeah, you hate me. I know. I've heard it all before, babe. I love you, too.”
“It's a bad song choice."
"Hang on, what about this one –" His words trailed off as he switched the stereo back on and flicked to track 7. The guitar rift of Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak blasted from the speakers. "Better?" Gibsie asked, waggling his brows. "More suited for the occasion, sweet-pea?"
"Much," Claire replied, tone approving. "Good job, snuffle-bunny."
"Thanks, babe.”
“Smile, Claire-Bear," he coaxed, keeping his hand on her hip. "No one could say no to the sun.”
“I know the appropriate song for this," Gibsie said, draping an arm over Claire's shoulder. Tossing his cigarette butt in the neighbor's garden, he waved a hand in front of them and said, "Bon Jovi – It's My Life."
"Perfect!" Claire chirped, wrapping an arm around his waist as they strolled down the garden path towards his car. "You know what, Gerard? You can be pretty smart when you're not being pretty stupid."
Laughing, he pulled her into his side. "I know, right?”
“How did we fall into this, lad?"
"You love his sister, and I love his sister's best friend,”
"It's my Mam again."
"Don't tell her that you're with me," Gibsie warned. "Whatever you do, babe, do not tell that woman that I'm with you."
Claire glared at him. "Who else would I be with? Besides, there's no point since she saw me getting into your car!"
He shrugged uncomfortably. "She'll kill you.”
“I need to go home," Claire replied in a huffy tone. "My Mam's been calling non-stop." She rolled her eyes for emphasis. "She says if Gerard doesn't bring me home by ten, she's locking me out of the house." Huffing out a breath, she added, "It a quarter to ten now."
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Gibsie waggled his brows, joining us in the hallway. "You could always stay with me.”
“With all due respect, Shan, fuck them."
My eyes widened. It was beyond rare to hear Claire curse and never about parents.
"Fuck. Them," she added with a meaningful stare.
“Yes! Fuck them," Gibsie cheered. "You tell her, babe."
"Shush, Gerard,”
“I can't," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "Not since Mam found out that you –" She snapped her mouth shut. Her face turned a deep shade of red and she gave Gibsie a look that said 'and you know why' before hurrying on, "I just can't."
I was surprised to see that Gibsie actually blushed, too.”
“Shut up, Gerard!"
"Shutting up, Claire-bear.”
“Hey, Claire-bear," Gibsie said, smiling again. "How's it going?"
"Hey, Gerard," she sighed, sounding sad and looking nothing like the bundle of energy she'd been a few minutes ago. Rolling up her sleeves, she placed her elbows on the table and dropped her head in her hands. "I'm so sad."
"Why?" Gibsie stiffened. "What happened?" His eyes narrowed. "Was someone at you?”
“Lolly?" Gibsie offered then, pulling a lollipop stick from his mouth and holding it out to her.
Claire stared at it for a moment before shrugging, swiping it out of his hand, and then popping it into her mouth. "Sherbet?" She arched a brow. "You hate sherbet."
"Got it for you," he shot back with a wink. "I know it's your favorite."
"Don't put that in your mouth," Hughie practically spat. "You don't know where he's been, Claire."
"Hmm." Claire shrugged again, like it was a normal thing to be swapping lollipop saliva with him. "It's good.”
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“Smile, Claire-Bear," he coaxed, keeping his hand on her hip. "No one could say no to the sun.”
“Joey was sprawled across the back seat, with his legs on top of Claire and his head in my lap. To her credit, Claire didn't complain or shove him off her. Instead, she proved the theory I had that she was the kindest person in the world by removing her coat and draping it over his trembling body.”
“Shut the front door!" Claire squealed, clapping and bouncing excitedly. "Oh my god! Oh my god!”
“Aww," Claire gushed, clutching her chest with both hands. "I love them together." She feign-swooned before adding, "It's like a Great Dane and a Chihuahua trying to mate, but they somehow make it work.”
“He picked her up, Liz," Claire squealed, as Lizzie dragged her away. "Did you see that?"
"Yeah, I saw it, now let's go, whore." Keeping her hands on Claire's shoulders, Lizzie pushed her in the direction of the office. "We need to tell Mr. Twomey that we found her."
"But, Liz, he actually picked her up to kiss her!"
“Back off, buddy," Claire warned, coming to stand beside me. "I have a weapon –" she pointed over Darren's shoulder, "He's right over there and I'm not afraid to call him.”
“Claire rolled her eyes. "He's your boyfriend, Shan. You should know that he spends every hour of his waking day working out." She flexed her bicep and kissed it before adding, "Chasing those gains.”
“Good god, you're like a Bratz Doll with those big, popping eyes and all that hair," she said excitedly, standing up to take in my appearance. "You're so cute it hurts.”
“By the way, Johnny's parked outside."
My eyes widened. "H-he is?"
"Yay – let's go!" Clapping, Claire butted Hughie out of the way with her hip. "I'm so excited."
"Calm down," Lizzie grumbled. "You're not going."
"I'm a vicarious spirit," Claire replied. "I live for this stuff.”
“Don't feel bad, Johnny," Claire said, plopping down on his bed as if she owned it. "Your parents are both hot, and hot people tend to have hot sex with one another."
"Wow, Claire, thanks so much for the insight," Johnny deadpanned. "I feel a lot better now."
"You're welcome," she chirped, sifting through a stack of magazines and papers on his bedside locker.”
“Fine, I'll do the makeover."
"Yay," Claire squealed, clapping her hands. "Thank you, Shannon."
"Turncoat," Lizzie muttered under her breath.
"For that, you're going first," Claire countered, grinning devilishly at Lizzie. "And I'm starting with that unibrow.”
“It's a lovely place," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "It has a river and it's surrounded by a woodland." Grabbing a selection of green, white, and gold colored rugby ball shaped balloons out of the back of Johnny's car, she shrugged. "It's absolutely beautiful here, and I promise we'll have fun.”
You keep that head up," he ordered, tipping her chin with his thumb. "Don't you dare hide that angel face from the world."
“It's okay, though, because I'm totally down for kicking her ass. I delivered babies with Gerard this summer. Nothing scares me anymore.”
“Doesn't she look like sunshine?" Gibsie croaked out, slapping my chest. "Look at that fucking girl, lad!”
“Morning," Claire chirped as she crawled in after him, with a full face of makeup and her clothes on point. "How are my favorite lovebirds? Ready for another amazing day?"
"Do you have batteries I can take out?" Johnny asked her. "Your optimism is endless."
"I'm a sunny-side up kind of girl,”
“with Claire on his shoulders. She didn’t look scared– quite the opposite. She had every faith in him not dropping her head-first into the masses. I found that strange considering the boy had already lost both of her wellies and her t-shirt in the crowd. It didn’t seem to faze Claire one bit, though. She had her hands in the air, laughing and singing along with the band and the sixty thousand or so people surrounding us.”
“This is going to be our best year yet, girls," Claire declared, looking her usual pristine self, with her hips swaying and her blonde curls bouncing as she walked. "I can feel it in my bones.”
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