Her Killer Wrote A Note On That

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

What About Your Crepe?" "stuff It." "she's Crazy About You," Mavis Commented. "it's Almost Embarrassing, The Way She Fawns.

Couples Take Care Of Each Other, Clare, That's What Makes Them A Couple. And Couples Tell Each Other When Something Happens That Scares Them.

Squats Are A Form Of Torture Designed By People Who Don’t Need To Do Squats In The First Place

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire