edits: ringer

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Toby: It’s not so much that you cheat sir, it’s how brazenly bad you are at it.
Bartlet: Give me an example.
Toby: In Florida, playing mixed doubles with me and C.J., you tried to tell us your partner worked at the American Consulate in Vienna.
Bartlet: She did.
Toby: It was Steffi Graf, sir!
Bartlet: I’ll admit the woman bore a striking resemblance to her.
Toby: You crazy lunatic, you think I’m not going to recognize Steffi Graf when she’s serving a tennis ball at me?

9

moodboard: marika “ringer” kumira → the 5th wave by rick yancey

“Well, what do you know?” Ben said. He looked over at me, and his smile was so genuine– no calculation, no vanity, desiring nothing but expressing everything– that I couldn’t help myself and really didn’t want to. 

I smiled.

“I’m lost Zombie.”

“I’ll find you.”

“I can’t move.”

“I’ll carry you.”


“You found me,” she says.

I kneel beside her. I take her hand. “I found you”.

“My back is broken,” she says. “I can’t walk.”

I slide my arms beneath her. “I’ll carry you.”


- “The Last Star”, Rick Yancey, p.189//p.322