Thanks to Forever Twenty Somethings and peer pressure from more middle school girls than I care to admit, I was recently lured into a dark, spiraling hole of paranoia – aka the ABC Family hit series Pretty Little Liars.
For those of you familiar with the show, I need not explain the instant addiction that ensues. It’s confusing and terrible and exhilarating. It’s crack. Pure, teen, crack perfection.
It started on a Thursday. My boyfriend was at a Devil’s game, and I was all alone, with nothing but my Kindle Fire, an Amy’s Burrito, and the entire evening to myself.
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