As If He Was Beating Me To

Sometimes. It Was A Good Escape. Until, You Know, It Wasn‟t.

With Total Strangers, It Had Always Been My Policy To Expect The Worst. Usually They-and Those That You Knew Best, For That Matter-did Not Disappoint.

What," I Said, "is That A Crime Here Or Something? Like Only Buying One Thing At The Gas/gro?

Grieving Doesn't Make You Imperfect. It Makes You Human.

It's Not Always So Simple, Haven. Sometimes There Isn't A Good Guy And A Bad Guy. Sometimes Even The Ones You Want To Believe Turn Out To Be Liars.