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I seem to be bordering on becoming a psychopath.
And of course, I just had to go staggering into the nearest potted plant.
There are way too many people that run for fun.
“So what about you Aimes, anything big happening in the romance department?”
So this is what the early morning looks like...
8:30. Urgh. If the sun is only just up, then I shouldn’t be.
I really need to think before I act.
Clearly this boy is the sheer embodiment of chivalry.
I swear reporters are the worst people on the planet.
Yeah, I know they're supposed to ask me the questions. But there is no law saying it can't go the other way around.
Well, those cars should have been watching, anyway...
Maybe running out into the road wasn't the best idea.
Harry Potter should never be unleashed in a kitchen.
The Pot of Death gurgled ominously behind me.
You know things are bad when your voicemail is flashing.
He was more of a man for radio, if you catch my drift.
I seriously need some new clothes.
This. Is. Ridiculous.
You should never fake-date cocky people that laugh at you.
Do not scowl. Do not scowl. Look happy. This is the bloke you’re supposed to be dating. Smile.
Calling your club "Ice" does not make you cool.
"You know, you really are a true embodiment of all the Gryffindor qualities."
If in doubt, just back out.
The corruption of Aimee Brooklyn Woods had officially happened.
Maybe he's different, but he's probably exactly the same.
Basically, we all gaped at Potter. Like gaping goons.
It is never a good idea to go to dinner with the should-have-been in-laws.
"She's completely forgotten what I did for her now."
My new apartment is officially the greatest place on the planet.
He knew full well what Mark was like. He'd seen him go all Council Estate Lad on the Slytherins' backsides.
If you have a hyperactive cubicle neighbour, kick her - lightly.
"Shut it, you, or I'll lock you in your room and never let you see James again."
Ex-boyfriends' families tend not to like your new boyfriend, I've discovered.
I frowned, not comprehending his random ramblings.
And just when everything looks like it's going to be alright...
Part of a hot wizarding power couple = me.
Emotional reunions are not to be held at best friend's weddings.
Chief bridesmaid, she called herself, but that was a self-appointed title.
The end of the story of me, Aimee B. Woods
The epilogue has arrived.
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