The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. Normal and I parted ways when Patch strolled into my life. As in, I wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye. Crew outlet and spending my babysitting money on iTunes, normal and I have recently become perfect strangers. My name is Nora Grey, and while I used to be an average American teen, buying my clothes at the J. My ideal Saturday night would be at home, snuggling on the sofa and watching a rom-com with my boyfriend, Patch. THE EARSPLITTING MUSIC, THE gyrating bodies, the inebriated smiles-not my thing.
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