I Don't Believe In Soul Mates, Not

You Made Your Own Jean Shorts...with A Butter Knife?

Hey Mason, Wipe The Drool Off Your Face. If You're Going To Think About Me Naked, Do It On Your Own Time." [...] "this Is My Time, Hathaway. I'm Leading Today's Session." "oh Yeah?" I Retorted. "huh. Well, I Guess This Is A Good Time To Think About Me Naked, Then." "it's Always A Good A Time To Think About You Naked," Added Someone Nearby, Breaking The Tension Further.

Do You Think That's, Like, Real Bacon?" I Whispered To Sydney And Dimitri. "and Not Like Squirrel Or Something?" "looks Real To Me," Said Dimitri. "i'd Say So Too", Said Sydney "though, I Guarantee It's From Their Own Pigs And Not A Grocery Store." Dimitri Laughed At Whatever Expression Crossed My Face. "i Always Love Seeing What Worries You. Strigoi? No. Questionable Food? Yes.

Sydney Had Been Horrified To Discover My Home Library Consisted Of A Bartending Dictionary And An Old Copy Of Esquire, And At Her Pleading, I'd Promised To Read Something More Substantial. I Was Trying To Think Deep Thoughts As I Read Gatsby, But Mostly I Wanted To Throw Some Parties.

No. . .i Mean, I'm Sorry He. . .you Know, Said Those Things To You." "it's Part Of Being A 'good' Family. Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet.