I Am Not A Great Prose Stylist.

He Nuzzled My Neck, Inhaling Deeply. “mmm. You Smell So Good.” “oh, Yeah,” I Said, Smirking. “i Call This New Perfume ‘le Jungle Grime Et Tropical Bo.’ ” “dirt And Sweat. Very Sexy.

Home Is Wherever We All Are Together.

The Funny Thing About Facing Imminent Death Is That It Really Snaps Everything Else Into Perspective.

So The First Thing We're Gonna Do," I Told Him, "is Push You Off The Roof.

Better Readers Are Better Thinkers.