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Type : Classeur 3.0.1
Page(s) : 1
Taille Size: 20.99 Ko KB
Mis en ligne Uploaded: 30/03/2025 - 19:18:46
Uploadeur Uploader: anaa (Profil)
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Visibilité Visibility: Archive publique
Shortlink : http://ti-pla.net/a4552662
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Fichier Nspire généré sur TI-Planet.org.
Compatible OS 3.0 et ultérieurs.
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PROLOGUE Im just a girl, standing in front of a boy,asking him to love her. Notting HillMy mother taught me the golden rule of dating before I even hit the second grade.At the ripe age of seven, Id snuck into her room after having a nightmare. (A housesize cricket might not sound scary, but when it speaks in a robot voice and knows yourmiddle name, it is terrifying.) Bridget Joness Diary was playing on the boxy television ontop of the dresser, and Id watched a good portion of the movie before she even noticedme at the foot of her bed. At that point, it was too late to rescue me from the so-not-rstgrade-friendly content, so she snuggled up beside me, and we watched the happy endingtogether.But my rst-grade brain just couldnt compute. Why would Bridget give up the cuteronethe charming onefor the person who was the equivalent of one ginormousyawn? How did that even make sense?YepId missed the movies point completely and had fallen madly in love with theplayboy. And to this day, I can still hear my moms voice and smell the vanilla of herperfume as she played with my hair and set me straight. Charm and intrigue can only get you so far, Libby Loo. Those things alwaysdisappear, which is why you never, ever choose the bad boy. After that, we shared hundreds of similar moments, exploring life together throughromantic movies. It was our thing. Wed snack-up, kick back on the pillows, and bingewatch from her collection of kiss-infused happy endings like other people binge-watchedtrashy reality TV.Which, in hindsight, is probably why Ive been waiting for the perfect romance since Iwas old enough to spell the word love. And when she died, my mother bequeathed to me her unwavering belief in happilyever after. My inheritance was the knowledge that love is always in the air, always apossibility, and always worth it.Mr. Rightthe nice-guy, dependable versioncould be waiting around the very nextcorner.Which was why I was always at the ready.It was only a matter of time before it nally happened for me.OceanofPDF.comCHAPTER ONE Nobody finds their soul mate when theyreten. I mean, wheres the fun in that, right? Sweet Home AlabamaThe day began like any typical day.Mr. Fitzpervert left a hair ball in my slipper, I burned my earlobe with the straightener,and when I opened the door to leave for school, I caught my next-door nemesissuspiciously sprawled across the hood of my car. Hey! I slid my sunglasses up my nose, pulled the front door shut behind me, andhightailed it in his direction, careful not to scu my pretty new oral ats as I basicallyran at him. Get o of my car. Wes jumped down and held up his hands in the universal Im innocent pose, eventhough his smirk made him look anything but. Besides, Id known him sincekindergarten; the boy had never been innocent a day in his life. Whats in your hand? Nothing. He put the hand in question behind his back. Even though hed gotten talland mannish and a tiny bit hot since grade school, Wes was still the same immature boywhod accidentally burned down my moms rosebush with a recracker. Youre so paranoid, he said.I stopped in front of him and squinted up at his face. Wes had one of those naughtyboy faces, the kind of face where his dark eyessurrounded by mile-long thick lashesbecause life wasnt fairspoke volumes, even when his mouth said nothing.An eyebrow raise told me just how ridiculous he thought I was. From our many lessthan-pleasant encounters, I knew the narrowing of his eyes meant he was sizing me up,and that we were about to throw down about the most recent annoyance hed broughtupon me. And when he was bright-eyed like he was right now, his brown eyes practicallyfreaking twinkling with mischief, I knew I was screwed. Because mischievous Wes alwayswon.I poked him in the chest. What did you do to my car? I didnt do anything to your car, per se. Per se? Whoa. Watch your lthy mouth, Buxbaum. I rolled my eyes, which made his mouth slide into a wicked grin before he said, Thishas been fun, and I love your granny shoes, by the way, but Ive gotta run. Wes He turned and walked away from me like I hadnt been speaking. Just& walked towardhis house in that relaxed, overcondent way of his. When he got to the porch, he openedthe screen door and yelled to me over his shoulder, Have a good day, Liz! Well, that couldnt be good.Because there was no way he legitimately wanted me to have a good day. I glanceddown at my car, apprehensive about even opening the door.See, Wes Bennett and I were enemies in a no-holds-barred, full-on war over the oneavailable parking spot on our end of the street. He usually won, but only because he was adirty cheater. He thought it was funny to reserve the Spot for himself by leaving things inthe space that I wasnt strong enough to move. Iron picnic table, truck motor, monstertruck wheels. You get it.(Even though his antics caught the attention of the neighborhood Facebook pagemy dad was a group memberand the ol
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Compatible OS 3.0 et ultérieurs.
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PROLOGUE Im just a girl, standing in front of a boy,asking him to love her. Notting HillMy mother taught me the golden rule of dating before I even hit the second grade.At the ripe age of seven, Id snuck into her room after having a nightmare. (A housesize cricket might not sound scary, but when it speaks in a robot voice and knows yourmiddle name, it is terrifying.) Bridget Joness Diary was playing on the boxy television ontop of the dresser, and Id watched a good portion of the movie before she even noticedme at the foot of her bed. At that point, it was too late to rescue me from the so-not-rstgrade-friendly content, so she snuggled up beside me, and we watched the happy endingtogether.But my rst-grade brain just couldnt compute. Why would Bridget give up the cuteronethe charming onefor the person who was the equivalent of one ginormousyawn? How did that even make sense?YepId missed the movies point completely and had fallen madly in love with theplayboy. And to this day, I can still hear my moms voice and smell the vanilla of herperfume as she played with my hair and set me straight. Charm and intrigue can only get you so far, Libby Loo. Those things alwaysdisappear, which is why you never, ever choose the bad boy. After that, we shared hundreds of similar moments, exploring life together throughromantic movies. It was our thing. Wed snack-up, kick back on the pillows, and bingewatch from her collection of kiss-infused happy endings like other people binge-watchedtrashy reality TV.Which, in hindsight, is probably why Ive been waiting for the perfect romance since Iwas old enough to spell the word love. And when she died, my mother bequeathed to me her unwavering belief in happilyever after. My inheritance was the knowledge that love is always in the air, always apossibility, and always worth it.Mr. Rightthe nice-guy, dependable versioncould be waiting around the very nextcorner.Which was why I was always at the ready.It was only a matter of time before it nally happened for me.OceanofPDF.comCHAPTER ONE Nobody finds their soul mate when theyreten. I mean, wheres the fun in that, right? Sweet Home AlabamaThe day began like any typical day.Mr. Fitzpervert left a hair ball in my slipper, I burned my earlobe with the straightener,and when I opened the door to leave for school, I caught my next-door nemesissuspiciously sprawled across the hood of my car. Hey! I slid my sunglasses up my nose, pulled the front door shut behind me, andhightailed it in his direction, careful not to scu my pretty new oral ats as I basicallyran at him. Get o of my car. Wes jumped down and held up his hands in the universal Im innocent pose, eventhough his smirk made him look anything but. Besides, Id known him sincekindergarten; the boy had never been innocent a day in his life. Whats in your hand? Nothing. He put the hand in question behind his back. Even though hed gotten talland mannish and a tiny bit hot since grade school, Wes was still the same immature boywhod accidentally burned down my moms rosebush with a recracker. Youre so paranoid, he said.I stopped in front of him and squinted up at his face. Wes had one of those naughtyboy faces, the kind of face where his dark eyessurrounded by mile-long thick lashesbecause life wasnt fairspoke volumes, even when his mouth said nothing.An eyebrow raise told me just how ridiculous he thought I was. From our many lessthan-pleasant encounters, I knew the narrowing of his eyes meant he was sizing me up,and that we were about to throw down about the most recent annoyance hed broughtupon me. And when he was bright-eyed like he was right now, his brown eyes practicallyfreaking twinkling with mischief, I knew I was screwed. Because mischievous Wes alwayswon.I poked him in the chest. What did you do to my car? I didnt do anything to your car, per se. Per se? Whoa. Watch your lthy mouth, Buxbaum. I rolled my eyes, which made his mouth slide into a wicked grin before he said, Thishas been fun, and I love your granny shoes, by the way, but Ive gotta run. Wes He turned and walked away from me like I hadnt been speaking. Just& walked towardhis house in that relaxed, overcondent way of his. When he got to the porch, he openedthe screen door and yelled to me over his shoulder, Have a good day, Liz! Well, that couldnt be good.Because there was no way he legitimately wanted me to have a good day. I glanceddown at my car, apprehensive about even opening the door.See, Wes Bennett and I were enemies in a no-holds-barred, full-on war over the oneavailable parking spot on our end of the street. He usually won, but only because he was adirty cheater. He thought it was funny to reserve the Spot for himself by leaving things inthe space that I wasnt strong enough to move. Iron picnic table, truck motor, monstertruck wheels. You get it.(Even though his antics caught the attention of the neighborhood Facebook pagemy dad was a group memberand the ol
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