Taylor Swift Might Have a Point. Then Again, Maybe Not.

I see David through the cafe window. When I walk in, we don't touch. "You found it," he starts. There are circles under his eyes. I wonder why he hasn't been sleeping. I'm not sure it's my right to know anymore. "Took me a minute, but I eventually remembered how to get here." I say. …

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Good to See You Again, You Lying Bastard.

Ten million people in New York City-- and I can't escape the one that reminded me why I wanted to disappear. "Molly," I say after knocking on her door, "Why is Luke Hollaway coming here? He's an actor, not a writer." She cracks a chesire smile grin. "Shut the door, please." Oh no. The door …