Bitch, you are doing a sequel...unless I like the ending. In which case, no sequel is needed. I lo-lo-lo-ve how you bash Trashlee. Ooooh, call her Trashlee in the next chappy. Just a thought. Moving on, thank you for satisfying my need for some Molly/Patrick time. But it was bittersweet at best. I don't get it. That whole "we act like boyfriend/girlfriend, we do boyfriend/girlfriend things together, but we're not boyfriend and girlfriend" thing. I hate that...but it's so...real life. I have friends who act like their a couple, but for some reason whenever their relationship is given that "title" they freak and fuck up their whole non-relationship relationship. Weird, huh? Ah, behold! The effed-up-ness of the human mind. OK, now I'm rambling. But this might be one of the last times I get to give you a review...unless a sequel is in the works. Or you get your cute behind working on a new story. I think I'm trying to savor this moment. I don't want it to end! cries in the corner