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  1. Big Boned
  2. CONTENTS
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
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  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. 27
  31. 28
  32. 29
  33. 30
  34. 31
  35. 32
  36. 33
  37. 34
  38. 35
  39. 36
  40. 37
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  43. 40
  44. 41
  45. 42
  46. 43
  47. 44
  48. 45
  49. 46
  50. 47
  51. 48
  52. 49
  53. 50
  54. 51
  55. 52
  56. 53
  57. 54
  58. 55
  59. One Month Later
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. Copyright
  63. About the Publisher
  64. Backad 1
  65. Backad 2
  66. Backad 3
  67. Backad 4

I concentrated on all the tiny details—the infinitesimal things of the moment—so I could remember them all. His smell. The way his lips felt rough and smooth all at the same time. The way a water droplet clung to his eyelash, pulling it down. The way the water felt slipping down the nape of my neck and trickling into my clothes. Slipping down my spine. The way his breath was hot but the water cold. The way his tongue felt, gliding across mine, the way it caused these other feelings, explosions starting in my face, racing down my body—arms, fingers, legs, and toes. This was a good kiss. A great kiss. He was an amazing kisser, and for all my previous fears and worries, my mouth and lips and tongue seemed to know exactly what to do. This was confirmed when Jake let out the softest moan against my lips, by far the hottest moment of my entire existence. And I knew right there and then that . . .

Things I Like about Myself by Lori Palmer

I’m a good sister.

I’m a real artist (despite what Blackwell says!).

I, Lori Palmer, am officially good with parents!

I have a voice. There is power in my art.

I am brave!

I am a great kisser!

But then one of the voices in my head interrupted the moment. I tried to push it away but I couldn’t. It started repeating Amber’s words.

She’s right you know, do you really think a guy like Jake could like a girl like you? My inner bully started laughing, and I tried to ignore her. But then, when his hands left my face, trailed down my shoulders and arms, and slipped around my waist . . . I pulled away.

“No. I . . . I . . .” I put my hand over my mouth and walked backward, away from him. He looked shocked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I said, shaking my head.

He seemed even more shocked now, as I bent down and picked up my bag of paints.

He ran his hands through his wet hair. “Shit. Did I just read that totally wrong?”

I started nodding my head, and then shaking it. “It’s late. I have to go.” I quickly turned and ran away.

“Lori! Lori!” I heard him call after me, but I didn’t turn back.

Things I Like about Myself by Lori Palmer

I’m a good sister.

I’m a real artist (despite what Blackwell says!).

I, Lori Palmer, am officially good with parents!

I have a voice. There is power in my art.

I am brave!

I am a great kisser!

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