Alex indulged my addiction recently with a big box of Godiva's mousse chocolate collection. "I'm going to pace myself this time," I assured him. "I won't eat too many at once. Really." He snorted and shook his head without saying a word.

It took me two days -- two whole days. I think I broke my record.


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She sat cross-legged in the veranda, her dainty toes tucked in neatly under her. The journal lay open in her lap, its pages filled with her slanted script, the ink still damp and glistening slightly on the dots of the "i"s and "j"s ( Read more... )

The first time I ever got sent to my room was because of matryoshka dolls. Rather, because of my childishlessly reckless way of making my own stacking dolls from... empty capsule covers. Yes, trying to get my hands on the forbidden fruit, such as the alluring stuff in the medicine cabinet, was kind of a favourite activity for me in the fourth year ( Read more... )