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What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

I'm Sitting At The Dinner Table, Wearing My Future Mother-in-law's Underwear. It's Like Some Twisted Dream That You Wake Up And Thinkl Crikey Moses! Thank God That Didn't Really Happen!

My Childhood Was Spent Embracing One Literary Heroine After Another. I Identified Passionately With Each One And Would Slavishly Imitate Them.

If It's In The Bin, It's Public Property.

Have You Ever Thought About The Grid Of Manhattan?' It's Like...a Metaphor For Life. You Think You Have The Freedom To Walk Anywhere. But In Fact... You Are Strictly Controlled. Up Or Down. Left Or Right. Nothing In Between. No Other Options.' Life Should Be Like An Open Space...you Should Be Able To Walk In Whatever Direction You Choose.