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It would have been inappropriate, of course, for me to say what I WANTED to say, which was: Michael, you are my lifeblood, my reason for living, the only thing that keeps me sane in the tempest-tossed sea of life, and I would like nothing better than to screen a bunch of dystopic sci-fi flicks with you tomorrow night.
But it’s lame to say that kind of stuff in an e-mail. But I still thought it, in my head.
But it’s lame to say that kind of stuff in an e-mail. But I still thought it, in my head.
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The Princess Diaries: Seventh Heaven by Meg Cabot
Oh how I loved these books.
Reblogged from jewelian
