Asil Has Appointed Himself My Guardian?" Asked

It's Easier To Dismiss Ghosts In The Daylight.

"can't Sleep With A Dead Man In My Closet." "you Killed Someone?" Asked Ben With Interest.

A Second Floor Window Opened, And Kyle Stuck His Head And Shoulders Out So He Could Look Down At Us. “if You Two Are Finished Playing Cowboy And Indian Out There, Some Of Us Would Like To Get Their Beauty Sleep.” I Looked At Warren. “you Heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me Go To My Little Wigwam And Get ‘um Shut-eye.” “how Come You Always Get To Play The Indian?” Whined Warren, Deadpan. “cause She’s The Indian, White Boy,” Said Kyle.

His Grandfather Had Often Told Him That He Tried Too Hard To Move Trees When A Wiser Man Would Walk Around Them.

Trouble Seems To Follow Me Around, Waiting To Club Me With A Tire Iron.