There really is no guessing or wondering when the real thing comes along. There is usually a telltale sign that lets you know when true love has arrived...a voice in your head, a sense of recognition or a gut feeling that this is someone special to...
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(Jennie's OOTD)
67 ; J E N N I E
Since Nationals is taking place in Cleveland this year, last night we had to drive down there to our hotel and check into our room. Along the way, we all stopped at Chipotle. Which in retrospect was not a good idea.
Cause now, Mercedes has food poisoning. "What's going on? How bad is it?" Mr. Shue asked as he entered our room. "Her temperature's 101 degrees." Santana informed all of the adults.
"Given the fact that Weezy's complaining about an upset stomach, it's either Amazonian dengue fever or the H1N1 super virus." Coach Sue stated and I rolled my eyes.
"Or I have food poisoning," Mercedes told her. "We all wanted burritos for lunch, so we went to Chipotle, but Mercedes tried some dip called Señora Salsation." Santana explained to Mr. Shue, Coach Sue, Ms. Pillsbury, and Coach Beiste.
"Will, a word, please?" Coach Sue asked before she and Mr. Shue exited our hotel room. "So what now?" I asked Ms. Pillsbury and Coach Beiste.
"Well, right now we are just going to take it slow. Make sure you are taking some Vitamin C and washing your hands thoroughly so you guys don't contract whatever bug she has." Ms. Pillsbury responded.
About five minutes later, Mr. Shue and Coach Sue reentered our hotel room.
"So here's what's gonna happen: Mercedes, you're on bed rest, Quinn, you're stepping in." Coach Sue announced. "No, no, no, I can't dance that number. I can't sing it, either, not like..." Quinn responded seriously.
"The Trouble Tones need you. And you are better than you think you are. Tina, you, too. You are in the Trouble Tones." Mr. Shue stated. "Mr. Shue, this is my last competition. I don't want to miss it." Mercedes said.
