Page 93 of Breaking the Rules
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She laughs. "Better hair."
"Body?"
"Hmm. He is super-hot. But you… You're pretty good too."
"Fuck, I'm so flattered. How do you do it?"
She laughs. "Your ego is big enough."
"I thought I was pathetically begging you to compare me to a TV character?"
"Yeah, but because you think you're better than he is."
Better? No.
As much of a fucked-up mess? Maybe.
But at least I'm off my drug of choice.
I've gotten pretty good at resisting booze.
If I can figure out how to resist Emma…
Then I'm golden.
