His smile is a virus. A virus sweeping through my body, rendering it useless.
Miranda KenneallyIt's a scary thing to wake up and realize the people you need most aren't nearby anymore... But you keep moving.
Miranda KenneallySometimes you have to do things you don't want to do to get something
Miranda KenneallyAs uncomfortable as I feel, I keep the girly underwear on anyway. Who knows? Provided they stay the hell out of my butt crack, they might make me feel sexier later on today.
Miranda KenneallyFree will comes with sacrifice. And sometimes with heartache.
Miranda KenneallyI lose part of myself that day and I don't want to lose even more.
Miranda KenneallyIt's like with art. You can't tell someone how to do it, or it's not her art. You can't tell someone else how to believe.
It's up to Go to judge, and for me to help the people I love the best I can.
I never said this was your fault, Woods. But when did you become the Angel of Drama?” Smiling, he stares at his crossword book. “What’s a five-letter word for polo participant?”
“I dunno, man…a shirt? Like a polo shirt?”
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