What if the only thing that’s standing between us right now is our fear?
I’d never wanted to punch anyone as badly as I wanted to punch her right in her perfectly little surgically-altered nose.
That’s the point. This healthy-feeling time now just feels like a tease. Like I’m in this holding pattern, flying in smooth circles within sight of the airport, in super-comfortable first class. But I can’t enjoy...
Listen, I wanted to say, I don’t need your judgment, okay? I have enough to deal with without you contributing, so can we just get on with this so I can get out of here?But...
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