recording was a blast. it was like 50% work and 50% gossip, wine coolers, and Takis.
i tell her about my apartment, with promises to invite her over.
"you should've moved in with Jacques, though. He woulda took care of you."
"i know but, i want to take care of myself. i never do that."
Lara nods. "periodt! i respect that."
and we high-five.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
