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What the fuck, google? You’re supposed to be the best! But you have failed me and I’m angry. And really fucking sad. (And a bit dramatic.) Sigh. I am desperate for a friend or two or three or something. Online … Continue reading
when we met. reflection. I am a total bitch because I’m just going to say this: I really don’t love any of the a to z graphics. As I’m sure you are dying to know, here are my thoughts on … Continue reading
when we met. z/zipper. “I don’t know why you’re making me try on this dress, Paige,” I said from inside the dressing room. “It’s far too revealing. When am I ever going to wear this?” She didn’t answer, but I … Continue reading
when we met. y/yellow. I was about to turn the lock when I saw him through the glass door. He was at least six-foot-four, and he was dreamy. He had an almost apologetic look on his gorgeous face. He knew … Continue reading
when we met. x/x-ray. “Exam room four is next, Dr. Nichols.” “Thanks, Maria.” The day felt like it had gone on forever. I was exhausted. I was covering for another doctor, and I’d been in the ER for over twenty-four … Continue reading
when we met. w/wedding. When Violet reached the end of the aisle and looked into Noah’s eyes, she saw it all. His love… his hope… his happiness. It was perfect. Or it should have been. With her heart pounding and … Continue reading
when we met. v/vacation. Evie and I planned our vacation a few months ago. We’d rented a cabin and couldn’t wait to escape for a week, but then Evie broke her ankle. She wouldn’t let me cancel. Somehow, she convinced … Continue reading