Marissa: So, I'll make you a deal. Whatever song comes on the radio next will be our song.
Marissa: I'm moving out. You have my cell if Caleb kicks and you need help counting your cash.
Marissa: The more unemotionally available you are, the more you end up wanting each other.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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