I've Always Resented Hermione, Because I Wanted

Do You Want To Guess What's In Here?" I Asked Dash. "i Think I've Got It Figured Out Already. There's A New Supply Of Red Notebooks In There, And You Want Us To Fill Them In With Clues About The Works Of, Say, Nicholas Sparks." "who?" I Asked. Please, No More Broody Poets. I Couldn't Keep Up. "you Don't Know Who Nicholas Sparks Is?" Dash Asked. I Shook My Head. "please Don't Ever Find Out," He Said.

All This Hoping For Nothing-or Someone-that's Maybe Hopeless

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.

I've Always Resented Hermione, Because I Wanted To Be Her So Badly And She Never Seemed To Appreciate As Much As I Thought She Should That She Got Be Her. She Got To Live At Hogwarts And Be Friends With Harry And Kiss Ron, Which Was Supposed To Happen To Me.

True Love. I’m Starting To Suspect The Concept Is Pure Illusion, An Insipid Brand Name Manufactured By Hallmark And Disney.” — Cupcake