I've Given Him More Mixed

The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or Not Right. You Do.

People Come To New York To Be Different, But I Go To Starbucks To Be The Same.

I've Given Him More Mixed Signals Than A Dyslexic Morse Code Operator.

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.

How Come Princesses Always Have Some Huge Flaw That Can Cause Their Downfall?