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Pretty Little Liars
by speakpirate
As she faces the altar, as the minister goes through the ceremony and Ezra recites his vows, the line that keeps running through her head over and over is from Jane Eyre. “Reader, I married him." Even as she repeats the words that take Ezra Fitz as her husband, she pauses to wonder who she’s writing this story for. She banishes that line of thought aggressively. It’s nothing. Unimportant. Jitters.
Pretty Little Liars
by speakpirate
He’s covered in travel grime, pretty sure he still smells like the camel he was riding two days ago. There’s a bar right next to his gate. Bottles of beer glisten in the light streaming in from the high windows of the terminal. Ice cold. No one knows him here. No one knows why he shouldn’t. That’s when the sign catches his eye. “Welcome to Casablanca!” He snaps a picture with his phone. He texts it to Aria, along with a message. Here’s looking at you, kid.