The year is 2094. I’m on my death bed. PLL has been renews for it’s 100th season. My crippling fingers manage a tweet to Marlene. “I’m near death, please Marlene tell me who A is.” She sends me a winky face along with the message “keep watching.” I die. That’s it. I never find out.
Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.
I’m not very social, and I’m fine with that. However, at times it can make things very bleh.