Wild rowdiness
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Untamed
(p. 46)
My boiling point was the moment Abby stepped through that doorway. I looked at her, and I could no longer contain myself. I lost control. Fire-red and golden, rolling bubbles of pain and love and longing filled me, brought me to my feet, threw my arms open wide, insisting: There. She. Is.
Borrowed from Glennon - The girl I'd locked away at 10 years old, the girl I was before the world told me who to be - and she said: Here I am. And I'm taking over now.