In the middle of the thousand-dollar-a-plate dinner, my father decided to give an unnecessary speech. I was ten years old, and my parents-“The James’ at 1100 Joyce Avenue,” were holding a fundraiser in our home. I can still remember, with the type of clarity that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, the very beginning of bullshit. (And no, Chris Draper, I will not credit you just because you’re her husband…LOL) (And yes…I’m gratefully aware that the ‘Sincerely, Carter’ title was your idea…) Thank you for the endless Starbucks meet-ups and conversations that led to the creation of this book! You are literally the BEST BFF a girl could ever ask for… We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (3:53) No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.Ĭover design by Najla Qambers of Najla Qambers Designs Formatting by Erik Gevers Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2015 by Whitney Gracia WilliamsĪll rights reserved.
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