I love New York!

[thebabyone]

Okay. So my mom is like never home when I come home, but today not only is she home, but she's holding a copy of The New York times. Personals section (which my mom actually reads that? Well, that's good to know)!

And she starts going off on me. "Bella Grace. How could you do this? Do you think this is a joke? Do you know how many freaks will be

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[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

What does this have to do with clubbing?

I haven't been clubbing yet!

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

You can't believe everything you read, y'know.

[fathergander]

Well. That would explain some of these ridiculous phone calls.

Miss Blackwell, if you could please avoid embroiling the Atheneum in your childish prank wars, it would be much appreciated.

[thebabyone]

I'm sorry, but I honestly had nothing to do with it and I have no idea who would do it. If my mom hadn't read the personal ads, I wouldn't even know.

I'm trying to contact the Times now. See if it's possible to take the personal ad out of any future copies since it's slander... or libel. I can't remember the difference between the two. Hopefully they'll listen.

[fathergander]

Wonderful. In the meantime, you won't mind if I forward the incoming calls to your personal line.

The heavy breathing gentleman seems particularly persistent.

[thebabyone]

Oh joy. I love a man with a heavy duty breathing capabilities.

Go ahead and forward them through. I'll take care of it. Or y'know just turn off my phone and let them do all of that breathing on my voice mail.

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[dontcallmespot]

DUDE I didn't know anyone but me read the lesbo section!!!

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