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Either you notice that he starts to pull away and seems less engaged (commonly known as “the fade away”), or he just vanishes (a phenomenon known as “ghosting”). Maybe he comes right out and tells you he needs some space, or maybe you notice he’s backing away …

you haven’t seen him in a while, his texts or calls are shorter and less frequent, and you can just feel it in your gut that something is amiss.

Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge make minor appearances in issue #2 (April 2015) as young witches from Riverdale who were trying to summon a succubus to help them settle a blood-rivalry but instead accidentally summoned Madam Satan from Gehenna.

They return in issue #4 as part of a Riverdale High-led search party after Harvey Kinkle goes missing.

I mean when you leave the balloons that you carry in your laughter behind on my ceiling, well, I like them better than flowers. “Thank you” is the biggest poem I’ve got inside of me. I am a camp fire cold hearts like to sit around and roast their marshmallows in, but when I say camp fire, I mean tiny furnace, little light lady, I mean I am not the path of least resistance.

When I say thank you, I mean I adore you and when I say I adore you, I mean I will check your horoscope.

The lovebirds are extremely high energy, fun loving, and have a good sense of humour.

Nic keeps Sabrina grounded with his sweet and protective nature, while Sabrina’s quick wit and ability to work well under pressure will get the team through the fast-paced race.

Since our intentions are pure, it seems like we should get a positive outcome…but this isn’t always the case. And just as you’re breathing that delicious sigh of relief, the panic reemerges and jabs you right between the ribs.

I also like to get high enough to look myself in the third eye but when I say I like to get high I mean sometimes after I shower I thank the towel. But I popped it and locked it, then dropped it and lost it. Love made me feel like I knew the answer, but when I raised my hand, I was the only one in the room. I mean, my kiss tastes like a shotgun to the lips – you’ll like it – it’d make you feel brave.

What I mean is, have you ever felt the ache of swallowing star light? My first crush was on Bennie the Jet Rodrigez, I swear that boy runs so fast, he could fly by foot. But when I say I am a humming bird I mean sometimes my hands forget how to hold, become two tea cups in an earthquake, my body is a rattle of splintered bones but when I say my body, I mean blood guts and then some …. I’ve spent an entire year sleeping on a bed of swords and was not cut once.

That cinnamon heart burn, what I mean is his name is still a plate set on the table of my tongue, because I learn love like “wait for it”. What I mean is my “lonely” looks a lot like insomnia when you hold it up to the light.

If I called the last person you said “I love you” to, could they tell me they felt it? What I mean is if I came to you lonely as a grocery store parking lot at 5 a.m., blowing smoke rings, pretending they are halos– could you believe in the magic?

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