Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades, #1)

by E.L. James

Ground, swallow me up now!

Kaitlyn did u write this? Be honest.

I hug myself with quiet glee, rocking from side to side, entertaining the possibility that he might like me.

…

“Anastasia, you should steer clear of me. I’m not the man for you,”

loling where tf did this come from

I’m too pale, too skinny, too scruffy, uncoordinated; my long list of faults goes on. So

gag

What?

WHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!?!?!?!?

My subconscious shakes her head.

Are you schizophrenic?