I sighed and gestured toward him. "I'll take him." In an undertone, I added, "Don't let me down, Zmey.
Richelle MeadI'm just confused. I can't read your signals. One moment you're hot, the next you're cold. You tell me you want me, you tell me you don't. If you picked one, that'd be fine, but you keep making me think one thing and then you end up going in a completely different direction. Not just now—all the time.
Richelle MeadA girl just asked for SAT scores good enough to get her into Yale. I think she was nine.
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