But in the end she merely shrugged, knowing at the very least it would be interesting. Knowing, in her gut, it might just be the beginning.

Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid.

Sometimes you forgive people simply becuase you still want them in your life.

For all the days of our lives," we finished and I felt a little like a character in one of my grandma's soap operas.

And there's a cop over there." "What?" the boy said, glancing at the D.C. police officer that stood at the corner of the street, "You think that guys can do a better job protecting you than I can?" Actually, I thought Liz could have done a better job "protecting" me than he could, but instead I said, "No, I think if you don't leave me alone, I can scream and that cop will arrest you." Somehow the boy seemed to know it was a joke.

Even though Cammie is fluent in fourteen languages and capable of killing a man seven different ways with her bare hands, she has no idea what to do when she meets an ordinary boy who thinks she's an ordinary girl.

It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth.