I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd

Well, Well, Well," I Said. "if It Isn't The People Responsible For Unleashing Rose Hathaway On The World. You've Got A Lot To Answer For.

I’ve Seen All I Need To. I’m Going To Go Drink Now In A Futile Effort To Wipe Away The Memory Of This Debacle.

Sage?" Adrian Lightly Touched My Arm, And I Jumped At The Feel Of His Fingertips Against My Skin. "you Okay?" "i Don't Know," I Said Softly. "i Just Thought Of Something Crazy." "welcome To My World.

Oh, So That's Why You're Up Here. For A Pity Party." "this Isn't A Joke. I'm Serious." I Could Tell Lissa Was Getting Angry. It Was Trumping Her Earlier Distress. He Shrugged And Leaned Casually Against The Sloping Wall. "so Am I. I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought The Hats. What Do You Want To Mope About First? How It's Going To Take You A Whole Day To Be Popular And Loved Again? How You'll Have To Wait A Couple Weeks Before Hollister Can Ship Out Some New Clothes? If You Spring For Rush Shipping, It Might Not Be So Long.

God, I Got Lucky. If I'd Hurt It, It Would Have Put Me Out Of Practice For A While.” Smiling, He Returned To His Chair. "i Know. You Kept Telling Me That While I Was Carrying You. You Were Very Upset.” "you...you Carried Me Here?” "after We Broke The Bench Apart And Freed Your Foot.” Man. I'd Missed Out On A Lot. The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.