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Wow. I've Never Been A Vip Before. I've Never Even Been A Ip.

Oh, This Shouldn't Be Allowed. There Should Be A Rule Which Says That People You've Met In The Gym Should Never Meet You In Real Life.

A Divorce Is Like A Controlled Explosion. Everyone On The Outside Is Ok.

Except...i Do. Of Course I Do. Because As His Hands Gently Cup My Waist, I Don't Make A Sound. As He Swivels Me Around To Face Him, I Don't Make A Sound. I Don't Need To. We're Still Talking. Every Touch He Makes, Every Imprint Of His Skin Is Like Another Word, Another Thought, A Continuation Of Our Conversation. And We're Not Done Yet. Not Yet.

I Hurl The Glass Teapot To The Ground. We Both Stare At It, Stunned. "it Was Supposed To Break," I Explain After A Pause, " And That Was Going To Signify That Yes, I Would Throw Something Away . If I Knew It Wasn't Right For Me.