I Want Her To Be Happy. It's

I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought Hats.

You'd Be Surprised. Besides, They Don't Even Send Royal Traitors To Prison, Rose. Everyone Knows That." I Scoffed. "are You Insane? Of Course They Do. What Else Do You Think They Do With Traitors? Set Them Free And Tell Them Not To Do It Again?" "no," Said Abe, Just Before He Turned Away. "they Execute Traitors.

You Know, I Might Miss Some Of Your Witticisms When You’re Gone, But One Thing I Won’t Miss? Your Overwhelming Sense Of Melodrama And Despair. It’s Too Much Even For Me.

Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.

It's Late, I'm Tired, And Your Cigarettes Are Giving Me A Headache," I Growled. "i Suppose That's Fair." He Drew In On The Cigarette And Let Out The Smoke. "some Women Think They Make Me Look Sexy." "i Think You Smoke Them So You Have Something To Do While Thinking Up Your Next Witty Line." He Choked On The Smoke, Caught Between Inhaling And Laughing. "rose Hathaway, I Can't Wait To See You Again. If You're This Charming While Tired And Annoyed And This Gorgeous While Bruised And In Ski Clothes, You Must Be Devastating At Your Peak.