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I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down By Long Passages Of Narrative.

Turns Out, That's How It Is With Weddings. You Just Keep Getting In Deeper And Deeper Until You Want To Throw Up.

I Checked My Phone Messages. Three In All. The First Was From Joe. “hey, Cupcake.” That Was It. That Was The Whole Message. The Second Was From Ranger. “yo.” Ranger Made Joe Look Like A Chatterbox.

Are You Telling Me Your Brain And Your Lady Parts Decided On A Love Fest Bake-off Winner?

I've Never Been In This Part Of Trenton Before. I Don't Feel Comfortable Driving Around Buildings That Haven't Got Gang Slogans Sprayed On Them. Look At This Place. No Boarded-up Windows. No Garbage In The Gutter. No Brothers Selling Goods On The Street. Don't Know How People Can Live Like This.