Don't Say Hit And Mountain In The

Oh, God. God, Isn't That Perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad With A Layer Of Nerd. Solid, Steady, Chipping Away So Patiently, You Don't Even Know You've Had Your Shields Hacked Down Until You're Defenseless. It's The Type." "you're Not In Love With A Type, You're In Love With A Man," Penny Corrected. "or You're Not.

If You Write In Category, You Write Knowing There's A Framework, There Are Reader Expectations.

There Are No Dead Ends, Just Detours.

I Changed Your Life.” She Looked Down At The Peach They Shared. “you Changed Min. I’m Glad Of It.” And Back Into His Eyes. “every Day. I’m Glad Of It. I’d Like A Pond, And Maybe Something To Sit On So We Could Watch The Creepy, Interesting Fish.” “that Would Suit Me Very Well.” She Linked Her Arms Around His Neck, Laid Her Cheek On His. Love Finds A Way, She Thought.

I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.