So I was beginning my new life as a anomaly, which figured about as much as it sucked.
But we're going to smile and pretend we're fine with the dorky birthmas gifts because people do not get that they can't mush a birthday into christmas.
And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.
Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.
I stifled a sigh and ignored the Imprinted Drunk Vision Girl.
I just found you - I don't want to leave you so soon.