Sorry, No Conprendo I Don't Speak Loser.

Bean, What's One Step Worse Then A Fashion Don't?....a Fashion Don't Even Think About It.

We're Doing The Twyla, Not Twilight, So Stop Sucking!

These Girls Want Nothing To Do With Last Season's Clothes.

One By One, Drops Fell From Her Eyes Like They Were On An Assembly Line - Gather, Fall, Slide...gather, Fall, Slide...each One Commemorating Something She Had Lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

Viktor Was Swinging A Leather Duffle And Wearing A Black Adidas Tracksuit And His Favorite Brown Ugg Slippers With A Hole In The Toe. "worn And Old, Just Like Viv," He'd Say When Frankie Made Fun Of Them, And Then His Wife Would Swat Him On The Arm. But Frankie Knew He Was Just Joking, Because Viveka Was The Type Of Woman You Wished Was In A Magazine Just So You Could Stare At Her Violet-colored Eyes And Shiny Black Hair Without Being Called A Stalker Or A Freak.