...drifting Downstream In A Row

Maybe He Was A Good A Good Whitecoat—like Jeb. And Maybe The Moon Was Made Of Cream Cheese.

And There I Was, Pretty As Heck, Brown Eyes, A Few Freckles, Fashion Challenged, And A Bad Attitude. Max Ii.

The Next Morning, Fang And I Broke Up. Now Let Me Get This Strait, I Broke Up With Him. A Split Second After He Broke Up With Me.

I Knew How Good Love Could Be -- I Knew It Was The Best Thing I'd Ever Done In My Life -- And Yet Here I Was Alone. I Was Taking Chances With My Life. I Kept Telling Everybody That I Was All Right, But I Wasn't.

I Learnt To Love Reading. And Then I Started Scribbling Stories, And I Liked That Even More.