In Anger Management,' he said,'we had to do all this role-playing stuff. You know, to get used to handling things in a less volatile way.'
'You role-played,' I said, trying to picture this.
'I had to. It was court-ordered.
Mots clés humor sarah-dessen just-listen role-playing owen annabel
Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.
Sarah DessenMots clés history fate push manufacture
Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.
Sarah DessenMots clés life things charm first third second
But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.
Sarah DessenMots clés life love goodbye sarah-dessen sinking-ship
Says the girl with no thyme.
Sarah DessenMots clés thyme-time
All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.
Sarah DessenMots clés loneliness emptiness beautiful-writing
Once she'd loved my filet mignon, my carnivore inklings,
but now she was a vegan princess,
living off of beans.
She'd given up the cheese and bacon, sworn off Burger
King, and when I
wouldn't do the same
she gave me back my ring.
I stood there by the romaine lettuce,
feeling my heart
pine.
Wishing that this meatless beauty
still would be all mine.
She turned around
to go to checkout,
fifteen items or less.
And I knew this was the last go-round,
so this is what I said. ...
"Don't you ever give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet
potato.
Fifteen minutes later, a meeting was called.
"Okay, look." Deb's face was dead serious. "I know I just joined this project, and I don't want to offend anyone. But I'm going to be honest. I think you've been going about this all wrong."
"I'm offended," Dave told her flatly.
Mots clés funny sarah-dessen what-happened-to-goodbye
I dialed the number slowly, wanting to get it right. Two rings, and he picked up.
"Yes," I said after his hello.
"Mclean?" he asked. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," I said, swallowing and looking out my open door, at the ocean. "The answer's yes."
"The answer . . ." he said slowly.
"You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you."
He was very quiet for a moment. "Where are you?"
I started crying again, my voice ragged. He told me to calm down. He told me it was going to be all right. And then, he told he'd be there soon.
Mots clés sarah-dessen what-happened-to-goodbye
She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.
Sarah DessenMots clés sarah-dessen what-happened-to-goodbye
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