“First of all, just know I am horrified that I told you all that, but since I did, the only way I can think to make it better is to tell you everything, so you know I’m not some sad girl you need to feel sorry for.” “I don’t feel sorry for you,” he says, without missing a beat. “I feel sorry for all the guys that fucked it up.” Damn he’s good with the one-liners. How much he actually means? No idea.
