It’s bad enough to love someone who don’t love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Ah, Fan, I’m getting so ill tempered and envious and wicked, I don’t know what will happen to me. - Polly

- Where is Polonius? - In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself.

- Nothing. Although they are flowers you did not count on, they are still part of the garden.

I had an alarm, I had nerve gas, I had a yogurt. What more could anyone want?

Written By Janet Evanovich

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