Have You Been Sniffing Fairy Farts?

You Think Ivy's A Planner? She Has Nothing On A Motivated Elf With Too Much Money.

Rachel, You Take Her,” My Mother Said, Clearly Uncomfortable. “she Might Like You.” “no. Mom, No!” I Protested, But It Was My Mother We Were Talking About, And It Was Either Take The Baby Or Have Her Hit The Floor.

His Eyes Met Mine At The Soft Touch, And A Chime Seemed To Shake The Ley Line, Realigning The Universe. He Was Mine.

You Bet Your Grannie's Panties I Will.

She Smiled With The Warmth Of A Penguin.