Iโm telling you, youโd like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencerโs. The other day, he was going off on unaerobic vs. aerobic respiration, and I was thinking, โYou know who this sounds like? Melbourne.โโ -- Trey
Richelle MeadIanโs the black sheep.โ โI thought I was the black sheep,โ said Seth, sounding almost hurt. โNo. Youโre the unfocused artistic one. Iโm the responsible one. Ianโs the wild, hedonistic one.โ โWhatโs hedonistic?โ asked Kendall. Her father considered. โIt means you run up a lot of credit card bills you canโt pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot ofโฆlady friends.
Richelle MeadIt was impossible to get the Dimitri and Tasha thing out of my head, but at least packing and getting ready made sure I didn't devote 100 percent of my brain power to him. More like 95 percent.
Richelle MeadI clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.
Richelle MeadWhat's up?" Christian asked. "Need some hairstyling tips?" "Tips you stole from me? No thanks. But I hear you've got a really good bacon meatloaf recipe." It was worth it then and there to see his complete and total surprise. "Since when do you cook?" he finally managed to stammer. "Oh, you know. I'm a Renaissance man. I do it all. Send it if you've got it, and I'll give it a try. I'll let you know if I make any improvements." His smirk returned. "Are you trying to impress a girl?" "With cooking?" I pointed at my face. "This is all it takes, Ozera.
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