My Voice Is Clotted With Unshed Tears.

"this Is Me, Remember!" Retorts Suze. "i Know What You're Like! You Used To Throw All Your Bank Statements Into The Trash And Hope A Complete Stranger Would Pay Off Your Bills!" This Is What Happens. You Tell Your Friends Your Most Personal Secrets, And They Use Them Against You.

A Man Will Never Love You Or Treat You As Well As A Store. If A Man Doesn't Fit, You Can't Exchange Him Seven Days Later For A Gorgeous Cashmere Sweater. And A Store Always Smells Good. A Store Can Awaken A Lust For Things You Never Even Knew You Needed. And When Your Fingers First Grasp Those Shiny, New Bags...

And We Spend The Rest Of The Evening Getting Very Pissed And Eating Ice Cream, As We Always Do When Something Good Or Bad Happens To Either One Of Us.

It's Just The Way Things Are. And You Can't Dwell On What Might Have Been. You Have To Look At What Is.

It Was In The Forest. No One Saw It Or Heard It. So Did It Actually Happen?