And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her
Karen Marie MoningTag: mac barrons dreamfever fiona
She was smiling as she leaned toward Reed, who stooped down to put his lips against her ear. He would tell her that he wanted to travel to Merendon, or Marring Cross or Cranfield, someplace far away and exotic. He was the sort of man whose wish altered every year.
He said in a voice that only she could hear: "I wish you were not my sister."
She pulled back and stared up at him. He smiled, his face just faintly touched with sadness, and tossed his true-love into the fire.
And i was buck-naked. Which probably would have made for an interesting night, but the last time i'd checked i was neither a porn star or a prostitute.
Kristin WalkerYour neck smells like cheese,' I said.
'Oh,' He said, 'that's my cheese cologne. I have a whole selection. Chedder, American, Swiss.
I couldn't exactly blame Jane Austen for being a romantic. What the hell else was there to do back then for fun?
Kristin WalkerTag: humor jane-austen fiona olden-days
She crashed. I think she was literally high on sugar.
Seriously I thought she was going to start free basing pixy stix.
Todd came toward me with the squad trailing behind him like a street gang of angry thugs with breasts.
Kristin WalkerTag: todd cheerleaders fiona
If I was Todd's wife in real life, I'd have to kill myself. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic. I wouldn't kill myself. But I'd definitely turn lesbian, at the very least.
Kristin WalkerTag: fiona
Amanda doesn't hate you. She's jealous of you."
"What? Todd listen. Drugs are bad, buddy. You shouldn't do them first thing in the morning. Wait until after lunch at least.
So he likes being mean to you. And you like that he likes bean mean to you.
And I like being mean to him too.
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