Our Eyes Met In The

This Is A Test, Isn't It? It's Like Choosing Out Of Three Caskets In A Fairy Tale. Everyone Knows The Rules. You Never Choose The Gold Shiny One. Or Even The Quite Impressive Silver One. What You're Supposed To Do Is Choose The Dull Little Lead One, And Then There's A Flash Of Light And It Turns Into A Mountain Of Jewels

"this Is Me, Remember!" Retorts Suze. "i Know What You're Like! You Used To Throw All Your Bank Statements Into The Trash And Hope A Complete Stranger Would Pay Off Your Bills!" This Is What Happens. You Tell Your Friends Your Most Personal Secrets, And They Use Them Against You.

I Once Tried To Give Him A Friendly Little "drugs Chat". He Politely Corrected Me On Every Single Fact, Then Said He'd Noticed I Drank Above The Recommended Guidelines Of Red Bull And Did I Think I Might Have An Addiction? That Was The Last Time I Tried To Act Like The Older Sister.

Maybe My Identity's Been Stolen. Or Maybe I Was Sleep-shopping!

And Maybe Now You'll Start Treating Everybody With Respect. Not Just The People You Think Are Important.