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Take Two and Call Me in the Morning
“Maybe we could be one of those modern triads, and share a flat after they get married.” I’m only half-joking.
The Job Thousands would Kill For
To be fair, Charm isn’t the worst publication to intern for. It does promote young girls being strong, having opinions, and the like. Unfortunately those articles are wedged in-between the “Healthiest Snacks to Trim Fat” and “Ways to Make Him Say ‘Ahh’.”
Rose gently sets a blue file folder on the table.
An Interview with Mister Wood
Then Wood knocks back his pint in one go. Seamus and I are both staring, me in horror and Seamus as though he had just found his future husband.
A Very Brief Foray into Journalism
“Edie, come on. Is it worth giving him a bad name just because he pissed you off?”
Lessons in Chemistry
“I know you’re a columnist—” I shoot him a glare, as if by reflex, and he corrects, “Journalist, right. But it seems like we have to spend some more time together professionally, and I really let it get off on the wrong foot. The timing was…not great for me, personally, but it’s still my fault.”
Hell Hath No Fury like Rose Zeller Scorned
Turning tables, imaginary explosions, sugar and spite.
Setups, tofu and menopause.
Tabloids, hipsters and plans made.
And the Award Goes To...
Wedding dresses, spinach puffs and revenge.
The Magic Touch
Plans foiled, little brothers, and slap-fights.
Petty theft, not-dates and The Hanging Moon.
In a Puff of Smoke
Kestrell green, questions answered, and nativity scenes.
A Funny Thing Happened
Scrubbing toilets, self-realizations and Howlers.
Fried eggs, daydreams and rude awakenings.
Lisa Turpin-Finch-Fletchley Unravels
Breakfast disputes, irksome memories, and the first draft.
Hot cocoa, lurking about, and very bad ideas.
You've Got Moxie, Kid
Disguises, flirty doorknobs, and Priori Incantatem.
Nothin' but a Number
Distractions, broken eggs and fresh air.
Victories, losses, and potentially poisoned butterbeer.
Apology Not Accepted
Relocations, prams and tiaras.
Vanity, Not Love
Bathrobes, stern talkings-to, and squishy noses.
The Opposite of Dreadful
Revolutions, smarmy pre-teens and Next-Times.
Dog-eared pages, lobster puffs and a wedding.
Learning to swim, letters, and bad waltzing.
And What a Mess It's Been
“What would’ve happened, if we’d met under different circumstances?”
The Unfortunate Truth
“The only difference is that you pretend to better than the rest of us! Don’t give me that holier than thou bollocks.”
A King on Her Throne
“Crying won’t get you anywhere. You have to seize what’s yours and never apologize for it.”
Happy New Year?
Well, there’s always scrubbing toilets at the Rusty Knight.
Girl Seeks General Sense of Purpose
Suddenly, I realize it: I am the villain of my own story.
I’m too afraid to turn around. I want to stay suspended like this, in my excitement and nerves, in the moments before things could go terribly wrong.
You Can Never Really Go Home
He kept it.
Clearly Ada thinks that I stayed at the Three Broomsticks last night, and I’m not going to correct her. Actually, I tried to have an “Adult Sleepover” with your older brother! And failed!
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