He Grinned. “that’s Because Pixies Are Ever-after.

Growing Up Is Hard, Love. Otherwise Everyone Would Do It.

Adjustment? She Called That An Adjustment? How About I Adjust Her Right Out Of Existence?

Nothing Is So Hard That It Can't Be Found By Searching.

Rachel, My Itchy Witch," Al Said As He Tugged The Lace At His Cuffs. "we've Talked About This. You Simply Must Stop Collecting Nasty Little Men. How Many Do You Really Need, Love?

Get Your Hand Off Me,” I Exclaimed, Voice Loud With Misplaced Anger As I Yanked Away From His Grip. “i’m A Professional, Not Some Distraught Girlfriend.” Well, I Was That Too, But I Knew How To Act At A Crime Scene.