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“This is not funny. This is idiotic.” Al Pacino retorts with, “He’s a tight ass! And you got your head ALL the way UP it!” JP laughs again. Even Dominique smiles. “Would you stop that?” Grant barks. “Sit down! Shut up! You understand?” Grant puts his face in his hands. “Can I do my thing now?” I ask nicely. Grant waves me along with one hand without looking at me. Sure. Go ahead. I navigate to the correct page, the one where Mailin and I used to do our dueling celebrity quote battles, and hack into a private channel enabled with sound.

He carefully attached it to my charm bracelet and said, "Now it's perfect." The gold charm that he gave me was a small drum set and had the words 'Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears' engraved on the back. It was one of my favorite quotes from Great Expectations and I was really happy that he decided to put together two of the things that I loved. "Adrian, this is too much but...thank you. I'll always wear it." I wanted to hug him but I stopped myself and simply tried to avoid looking him straight in the eyes. I didn't know where else to look so I panicked and unintentionally met his gaze in the process. We ended up staring at each other for a long while and neither one of us

She advised herself not to provoke this scum of the earth before her eyes and to endure her disgust for him as she asked in her most neutral tone, “What brings you here, Mr. Levin?” “I’m here to see you.” He took the room in before his gaze lingered on the television. A foreign film was being aired right now. It was a famous romance film, one that even he had heard of. He turned around and leaned on the dressing table. With a light chuckle, he said, “I didn’t expect you to have the mood to watch romance movies right now, Miss Carraway.”

, BUT PLEASE STOP THAT CAR-- says Lucas already desperate and almost fainting --- HE IS RIGHT SCARLET YOU ARE THE BEST RUNNER IN THE WORLD, NOW GO SLOWER-- says Marcos, also getting desperate As I thought earlier, I always win! I take that curve with the greatest ease in the world and soon I see my house, I park the car and stop I look at them and I can't stand it, I burst out laughing when I see them with their eyes closed holding tightly to their respective seats --- I NEVER GO OUT WITH THAT WOMAN AGAIN-- shouts Lucas getting out of the car desperate and with wobbly legs

I'm in my fucking pyjamas and I have nothing to wear because he stole everything else. Shit! Oh well, everything's replaceable apart from family and food and Leonardo DiCaprio the YOUNG VERSION of course. I went on to another motorway and on the way, I slowed with my mind at rest knowing I lost him. A car came revving its engine right besides mine. Narcissus and his ugly smile.

Money could really pull every fucking string on the planet, and Micheal subtly channeled that. “The movie’s about to start, but let me know if you need anything and I’ll pop out and get it,” he whispered as the screen came on. It was almost as though they’d waited for Micheal before playing the movie, but who knows, it could simply be coincidence. “I’m good, you've done plenty already,” I gestured to the tray of snacks I was jealousy guarding and he smiled. The moment the opening credits started, I knew what movie was playing and it took every single thing in me not to scream joyously.

She just sipped her drink and let the silence sit. And for once, I didn’t feel the need to fill it. I simply stayed quiet, deciding to just live in the moment. By the time we went back inside, the second movie was ending. Priya and Jacob were arguing about the best Bond gadget. The exploding pen was a classic and got that one. Camille spotted us and smirked. “Look who’s back. Had to go brood on the balcony, Nathan?” I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t brooding.”

Cary Grant, the man who mistook obsession for devotion. Lochlan greeted him with the kind of smooth politeness that could freeze the Thames solid. ‘Mr Grant. A pleasure to see you again.’ The word ‘pleasure’ might as well have come with air quotes and a complimentary glass of arsenic. ‘Though I must admit, I didn’t expect to find you here. Are you not travelling on your own aircraft?’

It wouldn't have been my first choice, but with Charlotte tucked into the crook of Michael's arm as we watch Scarlet and her antics, I'm not complaining. Sitting propped up with pillows, I try to read the news on my tablet, but the movie is oddly compelling. At first, I can't figure why. Then I realise Michael is watching me. "What?" he asks. "Just speculating," I say, watching Rhett with his "No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly..." speech, looming over the heroine in good old-fashioned movie style. "Speculating about what?" "Rhett Butler." I nod to the screen. "Dom?"

I reply. I set up the movie and quickly prepare some popcorn and beverages while the opening credits roll. Returning with our snacks, I find that the movie is about to begin. As the film progresses, we reach my favorite scene where Kat recites her poem. Having watched the movie countless times, I know the lines by heart and recite the poem along with her. Rewrite, “I hate the way you talk to me.” “And the way you cut your hair.” “I hate the way you drive my car.”