Dear Jacob, I Win. Sincerely,

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.

Alice Was Scrutinizing My Boring Jeans-and-a-t-shirt Outfit In A Way That Made Me Self-conscious. Probably Plotting Another Makeover. I Sighed. My Indifferent Attitude To Fashion Was A Constant Thorn In Her Side. If I'd Allow It, She'd Love To Dress Me Everyday―perhaps Several Times A Day―like Some Oversized Three-dimensional Paper Doll.

Spider-man Is Such A Whiny Loser.

It's Just That, I Know How You're Unhappy A Lot. And, Maybe It Doesn't Help Anything, But I Wanted You To Know That I'm Always Here. I Won't Ever Let You Down―i Promise That You Can Always Count On Me. Wow, That Does Sound Corny. But You Know That, Right? That I Would Never, Ever Hurt You?" "yeah Jake. I Know That. And I Already Do Count On You, Probably More Than You Know.

Just Because I’m Resisting The Wine Doesn’t Mean I Can’t Appreciate The Bouquet.