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So, You’re Hitting On Clare The Fair.” “i’m Not Hitting On Her. I’m Exploring The Possibility Of Seeing Her On Social Terms.” “he’s Hitting On Her,” Owen Said Around A Mouthful Of Chips. “you’ve Still Got That Thing You Had For Her Back In High School. Are You Still Writing Bad Song Lyrics About Heartbreak?” “suck Me. And They Weren’t That Bad.” “yeah, They Were,” Ryder Disagreed. “but At Least Now We Don’t Have To Listen To You Playing Your Keyboard And Howling Them Down The Hall.

We're Not Blank Slates. What We've Done, What We've Survived All Go Into Us.

[everyone Needs] A Woman Who'll Listen, Take Your Side, Tell The Truth - Or Not, As You Need It. A Woman You Can Count On, No Matter What, And Who'll Love You No Matter How Much You Screw Up.

It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know You're Loved, Grayson." But It Did. It Made Him Sad, And Panicked, And For Just A Moment, Wishful.

Eve: "what Do You Want?" Nadine: "a Man Of Amazing Sexual Prowess, Great Sensitivity, Stupendous Abs, And The Face Of An Angel. Toss In A Wicked Sense Of Humor And Stupendous Wealth, Who Adores The Very Ground I Walk On. Oh Wait, You Already Have Him.