Me? I Didn’t Believe In Hopeless.

I Left The Clinic In A Daze That Had Nothing To Do With My Head Injury. Clear Up In A Week Or So? How Could Dr. Olendzki Speak So Lightly About This? I Was Going To Look Like A Mutant For Christmas And Most Of The Ski Trip. I Had A Black Eye. A Freaking Black Eye. And My Mother Had Given It To Me.

Her Eyes Flicked Over The Cards, Looked At Dimitri, Then Looked Back At The Cards. Her Expression Was Blank. "you Will Lose What You Value Most, So Treasure It While You Can." She Pointed To The Wheel Of Fortune Card. "the Wheel Is Turning, Always Turning.

Hey, Big Spender,” I Said. He Looked Appreciative But More Amused Than Anything Else. He Reached Into His Pocket And Pulled Out A One Dollar Bill. “hugh,” I Said. “don’t Insult Me.” With A Sigh, He Produced A Five And Tucked It Underneath My Bra Strap. “hey, Seth,” Cody Suddenly Said. I Looked Up And Saw Seth Standing In The Doorway. A Look Of Comic Bemusement Was On His Face. “hey,” He Said, Studying Me. “so…you’re Paying For Dinner?

You'll Be Alive', He Pointed Out. 'that's What Matters. Enjoy What You Have, Every Little Detail Of Wherever You Are. Don't Focus On Where You Aren't.

What's Up?" Christian Asked. "need Some Hairstyling Tips?" "tips You Stole From Me? No Thanks. But I Hear You've Got A Really Good Bacon Meatloaf Recipe." It Was Worth It Then And There To See His Complete And Total Surprise. "since When Do You Cook?" He Finally Managed To Stammer. "oh, You Know. I'm A Renaissance Man. I Do It All. Send It If You've Got It, And I'll Give It A Try. I'll Let You Know If I Make Any Improvements." His Smirk Returned. "are You Trying To Impress A Girl?" "with Cooking?" I Pointed At My Face. "this Is All It Takes, Ozera.