“Food?” Paige asks. “What about it?” Karen shrugs. “I just like food. I want to talk about it.” — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Bring food home,” I told him. “Lots of food. I’m going to need lots of the food.” “Okay, drunky. I’ll bring you… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“And he thinks… he thinks… that Canada is a U.S. colony.” Okay, maybe this has gone a bit too far. “I do not!” “You… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Well, what if we meet new friends waiting in line for one of the shows?” Paige asks. “And we end up staying in the… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Food?” Paige asks. “What about it?” Karen shrugs. “I just like food. I want to talk about it.” — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“I’ve come close to swearing off men before. Like after my break-up with Jacob. I was nearly ready to throw in the towel then.… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Okay, Jen. Whatever. There was a dead Christmas tree—like, a tree that you guys had decorated—behind that garage that must have been there for… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Daisy falls into step next to me on the way to the elevator. “You never know, though. That kid could have thought you were… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Why in the world would we need balloons, Paige? Seriously, give me one probable scenario in which a balloon would be necessary over the… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“He tweaks my nose and goes back to his chair. “She cried more for my tattoo than her own,” he tells Carlos. “Aren’t girls… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Bring food home,” I told him. “Lots of food. I’m going to need lots of the food.” “Okay, drunky. I’ll bring you lots of… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Seriously, you guys. He’s not really all that special.” “I’m not,” I assure them. “You should see how gross my feet are.” Daisy snorts.… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
“Wow,” she whispers. “I want you to know that I’m very compassionate toward your issues but… holy shit! I’m sitting next to someone who… — Rachel Schurig Copy Share Image
