Curse False-hand-holding Boys!

Some People Do Want To Stand On The Rooftop And Scream Out Their Story. Others Are Cowering In The Corner, Or Sitting With A Blank Face In Class, And Not Knowing How To Tell Their Story.

Every Girl On The Planet Was Familiar To One-last-time E-mail Checks.

Dogs Like Everyone. Cats Choose Who To Like.

Also, As An Author, Character Has Always Been What I'm Most Interested In - Much More So Than Plot Or Setting, Although Those Are Good Things Too.

You Have To Be Nicer To Me," I Said. Again He Laughed. "what? I'm The King Of Nice. What Are You Talking About?" "you Have To Be Nicer To Me Or... Or..." "or What?" He Said. Still Lars, Still Charming And Jokey, But With A Thread Of Fear. It Snaked In And Pierced My Numbness And Almost Broke My Resolve. Almost, But Not Quite. "or I Have Ti Break Up With You." I Whispered What Was There More To Say? Nothing. So I Hung Up.