Perfection is the child of time.
I've done the most awful rubbish in order to have somewhere to go in the morning.
False friendship like the ivy decays and ruins the walls it embraces but...
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
