It's Perfect. Until It's Not

distracted and unable to enjoy the sun and surf, so I decided to call it a day. I packed up my towel in

uana or food from a hole-in-the-wall burger joint. Families strolled along in their bathing suits. Teenage girls hung out flirting with mop-topped skater boys. Street musicians sang covers with beat-up guitars. Artists hawked their w

s were homeless, but now I was getting used to it... sort o

ersized t-shirt. I wasn't interested. Any thoughts of lust inspired by the hot

a cool little two-bedroom cottage with a nice porch. The yard wa

ommate's voice calling out

kitchen table drinking an iced coffee concocti

ress, and she seemed to fit right in with the general craziness that was Venice. The first time I met her – 24 hours before, actually, when

ars and Kerry Washington," she'd sa

aughing, thinki

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which I guess you need to make it in Hollywo

e whole Venice thing

on the table. "N

tears – they just

you okay?! Did somebody do something?! Did one of those

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I did, I kind of feel li

er head. "Nope. Never say that

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an asshole." She stepped back and fro

ually, I think he

ds like he deserve

y proof, and he

they're bad, they usually are." She looked

ut it's still a l

self. Even if you did do something to break his heart,

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country music in

d, not really sure

Done Me Wrong,' about you stealin' his

ed. "I

ng. If you want anything, there's food in the fridge, and ice

nk y

e you want to talk about it, I'd be

a grateful smile, the

ut on the lime trees. After I changed out of my bathing suit and into daisy dukes and a regular t-shirt, I lay

main room, turned on the television, and flipped through the channels

y, so I went and ch

es. Eggplant, spinach, ka

the mood

-bought bottles of 'fres

o

as that natural stuff, and there was a half-inch of oil on top

eese, no bacon, no meat of any

ondered, then checked th

-ba

orse than I'd thoug

ng, but eating rabbit food wasn't going t

ry I'd seen when I Ubered here yesterday. Along the way I stopped

oping he'd be in there, which was totally stupid – why would he? He wa

uscles like a Greek god's... that gorgeous

myself, which dropped

to come back the next day to try some on. My stomach was growling b

gs, bacon, milk, orange juice, cheese, peanut butter, and re

nd sat outside eating as I watched the sunset. I couldn't exactly see it, what with a

pans. I was trying to figure out what to do with

ead, but I knew it wasn't

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my pa