Little Fox and the Bandit's Other Troubles

"Take care of my girl!" a friend asked.

"She won’t cause trouble!" he assured.

The girl, damn it!

When I agreed to help, I pictured a pimply teenager with a nose piercing—not a beautiful blonde with bottomless eyes, a movie star figure, and choice cockroaches in her sweet little head.

A little fox… and where did she come from like that?!

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He definitely isn’t a hero of my novel.

The quintessence of everything I dislike in men.

Clunky, like an old grandma’s wardrobe, with the charm of a half-witted grizzled bear and the tact of a bulldozer. And—he’s so caring and tender…

"Move over, Alice. An ambulance doesn’t come to our area."

How can anyone even tolerate him?! And why is he clinging to me?..

I just want my dad to let me go back home already!