Don't cry." "How can I not?" I asked him. "You just said you loved me." "Well, why else did you think all of this was happening?" He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. "The Furies wouldn't be trying to kill you if I didn't love you." "I didn't know," I said. Tears were trickling down my cheeks, but I did nothing to try to stop them. His shirt was absorving most of them. "You never said anything about it. Every time I saw you, you just acted so... wild." "How was I supposed to act?" he asked. "You kept doing things like throwing tea in my face.

Jesse, this is Craig. Craig, Jesse. You two should get along. Jesse's dead, too.

If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not. He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.

I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?

I was an unhappy child, and that puts me off having a child of my own.

French: why does this language even exist? Everyone there speaks english anyway.

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