If It's In The Bin, It's Public

You Won’t Let Me Buy Any Clothes. Now You Won’t Let Me Buy A Road Map, Either! I Need To Spend Some Money Or I’m Going To Go Crazy!

Hi." "hi." I Shrug, As Though To Say "whatever." In My Peripheral Vision I Can See Magnus Exhale. He Looks A Teeny Bit Nervous. "so." "so." I Can Play This Game Too. "poppy." "poppy. I Mean, Magnus." I Scowl. He Caught Me Out.

There's Nothing Like Your Mother's Sympathetic Voice To Make You Want To Burst Into Tears.

This Is A Test, Isn't It? It's Like Choosing Out Of Three Caskets In A Fairy Tale. Everyone Knows The Rules. You Never Choose The Gold Shiny One. Or Even The Quite Impressive Silver One. What You're Supposed To Do Is Choose The Dull Little Lead One, And Then There's A Flash Of Light And It Turns Into A Mountain Of Jewels

A Man Will Never Love You Or Treat You As Well As A Store. If A Man Doesn't Fit, You Can't Exchange Him Seven Days Later For A Gorgeous Cashmere Sweater. And A Store Always Smells Good. A Store Can Awaken A Lust For Things You Never Even Knew You Needed. And When Your Fingers First Grasp Those Shiny, New Bags...