Анна и французский поцелуй

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Вот такой вот у меня словарный запас. Мне нужно писать целые эпосы или мелодию рекламы корма для кошек.

"Please. The boy gets a boner every time you walk into the room."
My eyes pop back open. Does she mean that figuratively or has she actually seen something? No. Focus, Anna.

I moan with pleasure.
"Did you just have a foodgasm?" he asks, wiping ricotta from his lips.
"Where have you been all my life?" I ask the beautiful panini.

Madame Guillotine gets mad at me. Not because I told them to shove it, but because I didn’t say it in French. What is wrong with this school?

I don't want to feel this way around him. I want things to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another stupid girl holding out for something that will never happen.

Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?

I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.

"Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here."

Однажды мне вручат статуэтку в форме губ, на которой будет выгравировано: «Худшая в мире девушка для поцелуев». И Мэтт скажет речь о том, как, доведенный до отчаяния, начал встречаться со мной, холодной и неприступной.