He Rises Over Me, A Second Sun,

This Must Be What An Addict Feels Like, I Think, Trying To Fight The Pull Of One Last, Quick Read. My Fingers Itch Toward The Binding, And Finally, With A Sigh Of Regret, I Just Grab The Book And Open It, Hungrily Reading The Story.

You Don't Make A Friend," Jacob Said With A Scowl. "it's Not Like They Come With Directions Like You'd Find On A Box Of Macaroni And Cheese.

I May Not Have A Degree, But I Certainly Got An Education.

You Can Stay Up All Night And Still Not Count All The Ways To Lose The People You Love.

The Person May Have A Scar, But It Also Means They Have A Story