I Had Gone To Oxford To Read

I Can Do This, I Tell Myself Firmly. I Can Be Attracted To Him. It's Just A Matter Of Self Control And Possibly Also Getting Very Drunk. So I Lift My Glass And Take Several Huge Gulps. I Can Feel The Bubbles Surging Into My Head, Singing Happily "i'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife! I'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife!" And When I Look Back At Tarquin, He Already Looks A Bit More Attractive. Alcohol Is Obviously Going To Be The Key To Our Marital Status.

Sam Doesn't Hesitate For A Minute. 'you Say, "mr And Mrs Tavish, You're Making Me Feel Inferior. Do You Really Think I'm Inferior Or Is It Just In My Mind?

Why Didn't I Buy A New Phone Earlier? Why Don't I Always Walk Around With A Spare Phone? It Should Be The Law, Like Having A Spare Tire.

Every Time I Mention Her, Magnus Says, "are You Two Getting Along?" In Raised, Hopeful Tones, Like We're Endangered Pandas Who Need To Make A Baby.

This Is What's So Annoying About Going Out With Luke. You Can't Get Away With Anything.