How Did You Even Know I Wasn't

I Don't Really Like Fairies.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

You Really Do Hate Me, Don't You? I Mean, Destroying Someone's Ice-cream Cone? That's Vicious." Her Cheeks Reddened. "i Didn't See You There. Honestly." She Wiped At His Shirt More Frantically, As If She Could Prevent It From Staining If She Rubbed Hard Enough. "oh, Now I See Your Plan, And It's Far More Devious Than I Thought." Daniel Smirked. "you Were Looking For An Excuse To Grope Me.

Fine. Whatever. I Don’t. Nobody Understands Your Pain, Mae. Because It Is So Unique! Nobody’s Ever Loved Something So Much They Would Do Anything To Save It, Except For You, Mae. You Cornered That Market!

I've Always Kind Of Wrote When I Wanted To. Once I Get The Idea In My Head And Get It Outlined Out, I Usually Just Sit And Write Until It's Done.