Love Is . . .” An Old

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

My Mind... It's Who I Am. I Think I'd Rather Suffer Any Other Injury In The World Than Have My Mind Tampered With.

What's Up?" Christian Asked. "need Some Hairstyling Tips?" "tips You Stole From Me? No Thanks. But I Hear You've Got A Really Good Bacon Meatloaf Recipe." It Was Worth It Then And There To See His Complete And Total Surprise. "since When Do You Cook?" He Finally Managed To Stammer. "oh, You Know. I'm A Renaissance Man. I Do It All. Send It If You've Got It, And I'll Give It A Try. I'll Let You Know If I Make Any Improvements." His Smirk Returned. "are You Trying To Impress A Girl?" "with Cooking?" I Pointed At My Face. "this Is All It Takes, Ozera.

Keith Was Just Bringing The Glass To His Lips When Adrian Said, "mmm. O Positive, My Favorite." Keith Sprayed Out The Wine He'd Just Drunk And Promptly Started Coughing. I Was Relieved That None Got On Me. Jill Burst Into Giggles, And Clarence Stared At His Glass Wonderingly. "is It? I Thought It Was A Cabernet Sauvignon." "so It Is," Said Adrian, Straight-faced. "my Mistake.

Maybe Everyone Else Thinks Your Aversion To Food Is Cute- But Not Me. I've Watched You Watch Jill. Here's Some Tough Love: You Will Never, Ever Have Her Body. Ever. It's Impossible. She's Moroi. You're Human. That's Biology. You Have A Great One, One That Most Humans Would Kill For- And You'd Look Even Better If You Put On A Little Weight. Five Pounds Would Be A Good Start. Hide The Ribs. Get A Bigger Bra Size