Goodbye. Thanks For Your Help... I... I'll

I'm Sorry." "be Sorry You Lied," He Said, Pressing A Kiss To My Forehead. "don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go, Yeah, But Still Something That's Made You Who You Are.

If I Was Drunk, I Wouldn’t Be Here At All. And Really, This Is Pretty Good For Four White Russians.” “white What?” I Almost Sat Down But Was Afraid The Chair Might Dematerialize Beneath Me. “it’s A Drink,” He Said. “you’d Think I Wouldn’t Be Into Something Named That—you Know, Considering My Own Personal Experience With Russians. But They’re Surprisingly Delicious. The Drinks, Not Real Russians.

Love In The Real World Doesn’t Usually Work Out The Way Stories Make Us Think It Should. We Don’t Always Get Fairy-tale Endings. People Split Up And Move On. Just Because You Love Someone Doesn’t Mean You Can’t Love Someone Else.” - Georgina To Brandy

A Loud Booming Noise Interrupted Us, And We Saw A Flash Of Light Off To My Right. People Near The Other Garages Screamed. "there, You See?" Asked Abe, Quite Pleased With Himself. "a New Gate. Perfect Timing.

Fine" I Said Icily. "i'll Do This. But I Want It Noted That I'm Doing This Against My Will." "i Think We Already Figured That Out, Miss Hathaway.