I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd

Sydney! Stop. Think Of Something Else. Conjugate Latin Verbs. Recite The Periodic Table.

Angeline Made A Few More Attempts To Break Away, But When It Became Clear She Couldn't, Those Around Us Began Whistling And Cheering. A Few Moments Later, That Dark And Furious Look Vanished From Angeline's Face, Replaced By Resignation. I Eyed Her Warily, Not About To Let Down My Guard. "fine," She Said. "i Guess It's Okay. Go Ahead." "huh? What's Okay?" I Demanded. "it's Okay If You Marry My Brother." (next Chapter) "it's Not Funny!" "you're Right,"agreed Sydney, Laughing Hysterically. "it's Not Funny. It's Hilarious.

Sydney: I Can Do A Lot Of Things, Adrian. And—at The Risk Of Sounding Egotistical —i Mean, Well, I Can Do A Lot Of Pretty Awesome Things That Most People Can’t." Adrian: “don’t I Know It. You Can Change A Tire In Ten Minutes While Speaking Greek.” Sydney: “five Minutes.

If I Propose, You'll Know It. For One Thing, I'll Be Hyperventilating.

You Can't Save Everyone, Though God Knows You Try.