"But baby... you've gotta believe me. I had nothing to do with Blaine being here! Or with the dress! Not to mention the girl that was wearing the thing!"
"No, no, no, no, noooo... I wouldn't even think such a thing!"
That was far too many no's.
"But if you'll excuse me- I don't feel much like discussing anything else that you had NOTHING to do with."
"Libby, please!"
I watched her fingers pull the door of our room behind her and bounced slightly- surprised at how much force she used for such a simple task.
"Well. You always loved how she was so passionately dramatic. Figures that she'd have to go and ruin that for you too."
I have this this about talking to myself. Often times, I find that the people I am trying to engage in conversation with skip out before I've had my fill of vocal stimulation... so I have no choice but to finish up in their absence.
"I mean it's not like you WANTED Blaine to end up on the cruise with you. But what were you supposed to do- toss him off the side of the boat? And it is not your fault that he is an enormous dickhead who just HAD to push that girl into the pool.
"You weren't the one who thought she'd look hot all wet in that white dress.
"And who the fuck wears a white dress around a pool deck anyway?!?!"
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