Jennifer Shirk Quotes

You are still the creator of your own destiny. Don't overlook the journey.
Jennifer Shirk
Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.
Jennifer Shirk
She hesitated a moment then slipped her arm through his. "Just remember, I lead, you follow."t"Okay, but when we're dancing at the wedding, I lead, you follow."tShe sighed dramatically. "I guess I can agree to that."tHe chuckled. "See? I have a feeling this the beginning of a beautiful fake relationship."tShe worried her bottom lip as they walked toward the kitchen together. "I'm sure glad one of us feels that way.
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His mom was more the rich pampered type whose version of natural childbirth meant giving birth without makeup.
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She'd hardly describe Trent as "cute." Adonis, stud-like, hottie McHot Hot, even pulchritudinous - all acceptable descriptions. Hardly just cute.
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Laird suffered second degree burns ...in the frank and beans area, if you know what I mean."tTrent winced. That must have been one hell of a breakup.
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Maddie had seen commercials for Match Made Easy on TV. They seemed like a decent business and legit. She hoped. She prayed they weren't out of her price range. Not that it mattered - time was running out. She'd pay anything to prove to her family she wasn't cursed. Plus, Ryan would be there, most likely with that cheating blonde of his. She bet anything they'd both love to see her at her lowest point: jobless and dateless. Well, no one was going to feel sorry for her. Not her cousin and certainly not the best man, either. She'd show them all. And since she couldn't find a wedding date to her sister's wedding on her own, it looked as if she'd be forced to do the next best thing. Hire one.
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When I take you in my arms, I wonder how on earth I ever survived without know what that felt like before I met you.
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Why do I feel the need to be polite? It was not good seeing him. It was torturous. I hope I can avoid him the rest of the night."t"Maybe he'll trip and fall into the pool."t"Ryan can't swim."t"Then I'll push him into the pool.
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I've done a lot of stupid things because of my fear of taking a chance on someone. But the most stupid thing I ever did was push you away.
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Arrr, shiver me timbers,” he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye and hooked his thumbs in his pants. “This is the nicest your mom’s been to a poor old bloke like me-self in days.”Sandra poked a finger in his chest, but grinned. “Don’t make me regret it, or you’ll walk the plank.”He grinned back and, with that eye patch, turned knee-meltingly rakish in under ten seconds flat. “Aye, I won’t be asking you to make me Roger jolly, if that’s what has you worrying.
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You know, typically a nickname is shorter than the given name.”“Is it?” he asked in mock seriousness. “Oh. Well, tell you what, you can call me…”She waited several beats, thinking of more than a few unkind examples. “I can call you what?” she finally asked.“That’s it.” He shot her his bone-melting smile. “You can just call me. Anytime.”She rolled her eyes, refusing to give in to the smile that threatened. “That sounds like a line from one of your movies.”He shot her a triumphant look. “Ah, ha! I knew you were a fan.
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Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also."Special?Sam cocked his head as he studied Sunny. Almost all of her hair had escaped out of her ponytail now. She wore a baggy pink sweatshirt and had on the kind of drawstring plaid pants that would've set Bozo the Clown's heart pitter-pattering with envy. Her yellow tennis shoes were covered with dog hair.Yeah, special was one word for her.
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Wait a minute,” Sandra said, sounding skeptical. “You were really stuck?”Things were starting to get worse.Her mouth dropped open and she began to laugh—the kind of laugh that would have been music to his ears if she were laughing with him and not at him.Things were definitely worse.
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