"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"

"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"


"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"'"



"His mouth – oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden."



"I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak."



"'You said you loved me,' he whispers. 'Is that now in the past tense?'"



"We don't have long, Anastasia, and the way I'm feeling right this moment, we won't need long."



"I have a Christian Grey mix tape in the guise of a high-end iPad."



"What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction."



"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana."



Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him. 'Such beautiful hair!' he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent."



"I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them."



"Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that."



"How do they know it's him? His trademark unruly copper hair, no doubt."



"He laughs and then is distracted by his BlackBerry, which must be on vibrate because it doesn't ring.



"I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then."



"Christian insisted on drying my hair – he's quite skilled at it."



"I choose a song haphazardly and press 'repeat' so it will play over and over again."



"That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full-scale Armageddon.



"I feel the colour in my cheeks rising again. I must be the colour of The Communist Manifesto."



"I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone."



"The orange juice tastes divine. It's thirst-quenching and refreshing."



"My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba."



"He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey's feet - wow - what is it about naked feet?"