Goodbye. Thanks For Your Help...

Really, Sage? A Date?” I Sighed. “yes, Adrian. A Date.” “a Real Date. Not, Like, Doing Homework Together,” He Added. “i Mean Like Where You Go Out To A Movie Or Something. And A Movie That’s Not Part Of A School Assignment. Or About Something Boring.” “a Real Date.

Rose,” He Said, Forcibly Trying To Keep A Serious Tone, “i Can Think Of Many Words To Describe You, Sexy And Hot Being At The Top Of The List. You Know What’s Not On The List? Sane.

"well, I'm Supposed To Be Crazy, Right?" [...] "and There Isn't Much I Wouldn't Do For You. The Stupider, The Better."

You've Asked Me Out Tons Of Times." "not Really. I've Made Inappropriate Suggestions And Frequently Pushed For Nudity. But I've Never Asked You Out On A Real Date.

I’ve Seen All I Need To. I’m Going To Go Drink Now In A Futile Effort To Wipe Away The Memory Of This Debacle.