So you're always honest," I said. "Aren't you?" "No," I told him. "I'm not." "Well, that's good to know, I guess." "I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways." "How'd you mean it, then?" "I just...I don't always say what I feel." "Why not?" "Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said. "Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though.

Live pleasantly before they become others pleasure.

Everything has changed; it's just that we can't see it.

I need good coffee!" I say in horror. "It's my only luxury!"  I can't live with my parents and drink bad coffee. It's not humanly possible.  Becky talking about cutting back with her parents.

Written By Sophie Kinsella

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