That Was The Thing About Guys, Though:

Mike Drank Straight From The Carton, Wiped His Mouth, And Stared At Her. "you've Been Acting Freaky. Are You High? Can I Have Some If You Are?

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

I Understood We Used To Be Close. But They Were Like Books I'd Read Two Summer Ago; I Knew I'd Liked Them, But I Couldn't Tell You Now What They'd Been About.

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.

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Who's The Naughtiest Of Them All?