““How would you like it if I said to you, 'It kills me to say this, but you're actually a tiny bit beautiful?" he had asked, pissed off. She hadn't said anything then, which was rare for her. "Would you have been lying?" She said after a long silence. "Lying about what?" More quiet. "About me being a tiny bit beautiful." "Shit, yeah." - But later that night, he had sent her a message on MSN. Of course I was lying. The "tiny" bit part, anyway.””
