“Shaking my head, I backed away from her. “I need a refund.” She frowned. “On what?” “On you,” I told her. “Item not as described. You’re supposed to be sweet. Warm and fuzzy. Not a damn… seductress, with your banana… — Christina C. Jones Copy Share Image
“I survived something meant to destroy me –I can’t squander this second chance by living a life that is beneath my standing. I don’t accept the little crumbs that people try to throw, right? I don’t do “frenemies”, I don’t accept people who never have a positive thing to say, I don’t accept liars, I don’t share a partner with… — Christina C. Jones Copy Share
“Shaking my head, I backed away from her. “I need a refund.” She frowned. “On what?” “On you,” I told her. “Item not as… — Christina C. Jones Copy Share Image
“bags. I locked myself inside, and then pulled my emergency spoon from my purse to dig into my ice cream early.” — Christina C. Jones Copy Share Image
