How Will I Ever Get Out Of

Because You're My Friend, Wingnut.

She Had The Kind Of Eyes That Predisposed You To Supporting Her Every Endeavor.

This Is What I Love About Novels - Both Reading Them And Writing Them. They Jump Into The Abyss To Be With You Where You Are.

You Don't Remember What Happened. What You Remember Becomes What Happened.

That's Who You Really Like. The People You Can Think Out Loud In Front Of.