Shortcake,
Ouch. A ditz? Honestly? You wound me, woman; you wound me deep. And I’m not vain. It’s not vanity if it’s true.
You should be honored, it took me all of seventeen minutes to come up with that name. That’s probably the longest time I’ve ever spent on such an inane task. (I just used a complicated word. Proud of me?)
Don’t deny your jealously, shortie. It’ll only fester deep inside of you until it becomes a boiling murderous rage that will eventually release itself in one big burst of violence.
Trust me on this one.
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Remember Me, Sarah
Teen FictionSarahlynn McArthur was not expecting the news that her mildly-estranged Aunt Matilda had passed away when she sent a letter to her. She also was not expecting to receive the news from a young man named Michael. Perhaps the thing she was expecting th...
