Go Hex Yourself

I know what it's like to want better for someone than what they want for themselves. But sometimes you have to accept that some people are just the way they are and there's no saving them.

Should I leave you alone, too, then?” “Gods, no.” He holds me tighter. “You stay. Stay forever.

Golden Girl?" he asks. "Definitely a Rose," I reassure him. It's his favorite show, and we've often debated over what category most people fall into. Blanches are fun seekers, Roses are harmless. Sophias are know-it-alls, and Dorothys are problematic.

So, no. I can't have Reggie. But nothing says I can't play cards with her.

Do I need to sign a contract to start work, then?” “A tablet,” Ms. Magnus chirps. “Oh, like an electronic one? Sure, I can do that.” I watch as Lisa crosses the room and heads to the desk. I expect her to pull out an iPad or something along those lines.

Actually, before I go, I should give you a bit of a warning about Ms. Magnus.” Lisa gives me an apologetic little look. “She can be a bit of a . . .” She hesitates, clearly choosing her words. Oh boy. Here it comes. “Hard-ass?” Lisa clears her throat. “Ding-dong.

Reggie," Ben calls out from above, "I am about to lose my shit, so do me a favor and stop talking.

When my aunt is like this, she’s impossible. No wonder Chicago burned in 1871. She was too stubborn to put out her fire spell then, and she’s too stubborn to get rid of the girl waiting in her study now.