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Sell Stupid Somewhere Else--there's Nothing Better Than That Face!

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.

Don't Let Anyone Tell You That High School Is Supposed To Be Fun. High School Is To Be Endured. College Is Fun.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella.