. "Oh my goodness.... I have to tell the Agency and Chloeabout this," she said quietly, making sure to take the container withher.--------------------...-------------------So, the next week came and the Prom Queen election was at hand. Chloewas walking down the hallway, seeing a lot of posters for potentialcandidates, mostly the popular girls and/or cheerleader squad members.Though there was one in particular that had the more prominentposters, that of Renee Masters. She sighed to herself, oh. "Your explanations about the differences in our culture make a lot more sense to me than our World Civilizations textbook." It's the difference between theory and reality," Evan said with a shrug. "In theory, the world should be a loving, caring place. The social fabric should be woven so there is no war or famine or disease. That's the ideologue's cry: Why can't we all just get along?" Because some people are jerks," Andy answered."Short answer: Yes," Evan agreed. "The long-form response it. ‘Yes, a deal. I already told you I was looking for something dirty, and you’re a better looking guy than I expected to find in here. So, tell me, what do you like on these shelves?’ She’d taken a step closer to him, and Andy could almost feel the heat coming off her. This was just simply unreal, but he’d never been a man to look a gift horse in the mouth (although he’d never met a gift horse in the shape of a fantastic, sex-mad redhead with massive boobs). ‘What do I like? Why, what deal did. Than we got in line for the movie, we were going to see a movie I wasn't to thrilled about seeing but I agreed to see it since it made him happy. I would do anything for him I love him with all my heart. During the movie I kept talking aloud and commenting on how stupid this was and how that was lame, so he bought me some popcorn and nachos to keep me content and quiet. When the movie was finally over, I started saying once again how stupid it was and what a waste of money that was to see. .