“MY MOUTH OPENED. Way to go, Clare. Way to impress the mother of a prospective boyfriend. Moms love their boys to date psycho overprotective girls.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“You know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include and of your STD-laced body… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“You can date every girl in town as far as I’m concerned. I hate you. I pray every night that you’ll fall victim to… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“She’d probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of 'Hey, Future Clare, wtf?” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Then, suddenly, a shadowy flash came to me. Tiffany, taking an order, arguing with a girl. Shockingly, not me. Another flash, of Detective Toscano walking into Yummy’s minutes ago. Tiffany nervously kneading a coaster between her fingers. The coaster I held in my hands right now. Tiffany was scared. Why was she scared of the cop? “Hey! Space shot! You… — Kim Harrington Copy Share
“I hate procrastinating, so much so that I often do my homework on Friday so it won’t be hanging over my head all weekend… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“What are you doing?” I dropped the dress and whirled around. Stephen stood in the doorway of the closet, looking at me steadily. “Nothing,” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s a beautiful dress.” “It’s my mother’s. What are you doing in her closet?” I struggled to come up with something, anything that made the tiniest bit of sense. “She came… — Kim Harrington Copy Share
“Mr. Bingham said, “Hey, you guys are supposedly psychic. Why didn’t you see that coming and warn the girl?” Mom sighed. “Again, we don’t see the future.” “Yeah. You’re a bunch of frauds.” I’d had it. My frustration boiled over. I turned to Mrs. Bingham. “Do you know a Jane Sutherland?” Confusion swept over her delicate features. “Yes, she used… — Kim Harrington Copy Share
“Please, someone tell me I wouldn‘t be that annoying if I had girlfriends.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“This wasn’t the time or place for it, so I hid it away in a little drawer in the back of my mind, marked… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“I pray every night that you'll fall victim to some strange and unusual castration accident.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
