You're Working For Me Cut Out The

Don’t Think About It. Don’t Think About What Could Have Been. It’s Too Unbearable.

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

I'm Lying. I Don't Just Need Someone Like You. I Need You.

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.

You Know What Hans Told Me Last Week?" She Says As I Open The Door Of My Fitting Room. "he Told Me To Write Down A List Of Everything I Wanted To Say About That Women-and Then Tear It Up. He Said I'd Feel A Sense Of Freedom." "oh Right," I Say Interestedly. "so What Happened?" "i Wrote It All Down," Says Laurel. "and Then I Mailed It To Her!