The Lie That Started It

The Air Smelled Like A Mélange Of Everyone's Perfume And Hair Products, With A Slight Undertone Of Booze.

I Understood We Used To Be Close. But They Were Like Books I'd Read Two Summer Ago; I Knew I'd Liked Them, But I Couldn't Tell You Now What They'd Been About.

Hannakins: I Know You Guys Are Living Out Your Own Private Romeo And Juliet Love Story, But Remember: Both Of Them Die In Act V. -a

Never Under Estimate A Pretty Little Liar.

Go Now. Alone. Or I Make Good On My Promise. -a