That's What I Was Supposed To Say.

Ian’s The Black Sheep.” “i Thought I Was The Black Sheep,” Said Seth, Sounding Almost Hurt. “no. You’re The Unfocused Artistic One. I’m The Responsible One. Ian’s The Wild, Hedonistic One.” “what’s Hedonistic?” Asked Kendall. Her Father Considered. “it Means You Run Up A Lot Of Credit Card Bills You Can’t Pay, Change Jobs A Lot, And Have A Lot Of…lady Friends.

Sleep With Seth Mortensen? Good Grief. It Was The Most Preposterous Thing I'd Ever Heard. It Was Appalling. If I Absorbed His Life Force, There Was No Telling How Long It'd Be Until His Next Book Came Out.

Wine's Terrible For Babies." Dorian Swept Into The Sitting Room To Join Me, Elegantly Arranging Himself On A Love Seat That Displayed His Purple Velvet Robes To Best Effect. "well Of Course It Is. I'd Never Dream Of Giving Wine To An Infant! What Do You Take Me For, A Barbarian? But For You... Well, It Might Go A Long Way To Make You A Little Less Jumpy. You've Been Positively Unbearable To Live Around. "i Can't Have It Either. It Affects The Babies In Utero.

I'm Telling You, I Wanted To. But I Was Trapped. You Of All People Should Know What It's Like Being Caught Between Groups

I Nearly Dropped The Plate I Held. "you've Asked Me Out Tons Of Times." "not Really. I've Made Inapproprite Suggestions And Frequently Pushed For Nudity. But I've Never Asked You Out On A Real Date. And, If Memory Serves, You Did Say You'd Give Me A Fair Chance Once I Let You Clean Out My Trust Fund." "i Didn't Clean It Out," I Scoffed.