I'm Sorry, Okay, I'm Not Perfect, But

The Air Smelled Like A Mélange Of Everyone's Perfume And Hair Products, With A Slight Undertone Of Booze.

Never Under Estimate A Pretty Little Liar.

Sutton's Dead. Tell No One. Keep Playing Along... Or You're Next.

When Someone Covets Something They Desire And Lust Over It.usually It's Something They Can't Have. You've Always Had That Problem.

If The Next Car Passed Is Blue, Violet Will Be Okay, She Thought. If It's Red, A Will Do Something Horrible To Her. She Heard A Growl Of An Engine And Shut Her Eyes, Afraid To See What The Future Might Hold. She'd Never Cared So Much About Anything In Her Life. Just As The Car Was Passing, She Opened Her Eyes And Saw A Mercedes Hood Ornament. She Let Out A Long Sigh, Tears Coming To Her Eyes Once More. The Car Was Blue.