All things are possible.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?" "What's the point of that, Miss?" the waiter said. "Tomorrow morning," Mabel said.

Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?" Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. "They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses.

Does my new feminism make me look fat?

And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.