The way a part of him felt now, that would be just fine.

Or maybe part of me actually felt sorry for him.

But a part of him still felt the need to protect her.

Somewhere deep inside he felt a part of his heart break.

And yet, part of him felt surprised by how little had changed.

In many ways, the early part of September felt like a second spring.

Part of me felt exactly that way about these characters.

In fact, part of her felt like smiling right back at him.

Part of him felt quite sure he was still dreaming.

Another part of her, however, felt more like a cop.