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I'll Show Luke I Can Fit Into The City. I'll Show Him I Can Be A True New Yorker. I'll Go The Gym, And Then I'll Eat A Bagel, And I'll ... Shoot Someone, Maybe? Or Maybe Just The Gym Will Be Enough.

She Doesn’t Really Have A Sense Of Humor. I Think She’d Like To Have One—it’s Just That She Doesn’t Quite Understand What Jokes Are For.

I Never Did Any Training In Journalism Or In Finance, So I Really Was In The Deep End. I Got Very Good At Going To Press Conferences And Nodding. I'd Figure It Out When I Got Back To The Office. Charts And Numbers. I've Never Been Great With Facts, Ever, My Whole Life. For A Journalist, That's Not A Very Good Trait.

Ok. Don't Panic. Don't Panic. It's Only A Visa Bill. It's A Piece Of Paper; A Few Numbers. I Mean, Just How Scary Can A Few Numbers Be?

It’s The Way He Had A Cup Of Tea Waiting For Me When I Woke Up. It’s The Way He Turned On His Laptop Especially For Me To Look Up All My Internet Horoscopes And Helped Me Choose The Best One. He Knows All The Crappy, Embarrassing Bits About Me That I Normally Try To Hide From Any Man For As Long As Possible… And He Loves Me Anyway.