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Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

An hour later, I check my Facebook page. Violet has written: "Arrange whatever pieces come your way." My skin starts to burn. She's quoting Virginia Woolf back to me. My pulse has tripled its pace. Shit, I think. That's all the Virginia Woolf I know.

No dey don't, stupid," Stevie said. "Dey got some stuff on dere tails dat glows in the dark. Like dose statues, ya know.

He's American," corrected Tarnie. "That's not weird. Well, you know. It is a bit weird but it's not his fault.

She's home. That's all. That's true love, I can't explain it any better than that.

Peter smiles, and ugh, it's annoying how handsome he is.

He gestured at me. "That's Belly." "Belly?" she repeated. "Yup. She's my girlfriend." I think I choked out loud.

You've never thought of me that way, not ever, so don't go trying to reinvent history now when I have somebody.

Was i on five or six? "Peter! You made me lose my count again!" "I have that effect on women." I roll my eyyes at him and he grins back at me, but before he can say anything else, I yell," Kitty! Get down here!

Smiling, he said, "Did you know that astronomers call them interplanetary dust?

I'm wearing a tuxedo." I nearly choke. "A what!" "A tuxedo. With matching Converse." "Over my dead body!

Haven admits. "Like, how did you get him? No offense. I just thought you were the non-dating type." I frown. The non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?

What would you do if I got pregnant right now?" "Lara Jean, we're not even having sex. That would be the immaculate conception.

non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?

You don't get to change the story because you feel like it. I'm Éponine; you're Cosette! Don't make me out to be the Cosette!" Her lip curls. "What the fuck are you even talking about?" "Les Mis!" "I

Conrad nodded imperceptibly. "Now go back to bed like a good girl.

I'm not having sex for the first time because it's convenient and my hair looks good, Chris." "Fair enough.

I'm an all-or-nothing kind of girl when it comes to weather, I'd much rather it all melt away or have feet and feet of snow, so deep your knees sink in.

He must be the handsome man Stormy mentioned to me.

Which cake is yours? The coconut one?" My head snaps up. "I would never buy a grocery-store cake for this.

I don't know if you want my help, Katherine. See, I'm really distracting to women. I make them lose their count." Peter winks at her and I make a gagging sound. "Why don't you stay down here and help us bake?

Jere told him our budget. One thousand dollars. Mr. Fisher had snorted.

Tell me the truth. Does my hair look like shit? It doesn't, right? Gen's just a heinous troll. Right?" I hesitate the tiniest of beats. "Right.