I Clung To That Spark Of Hope,

Wanting And Needing Are Two Different Things.

Mmm. O Positive, My Favorite.

Hey Rose, Welcome Back. You Still Breaking Hearts?" "are You Volunteering?" His Grin Widened." Let's Hang Out Sometime And Find Out. If You Ever Get Parole.

A Gun. I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought.

And Sometimes, If I Was Really, Really Lucky, He’d Smile At Me. A Real Smile, Too—not The Dry One That Accompanied The Sarcasm We Tossed Around So Often. I Didn’t Want To Admit It To Anyone—not To Lissa, Not Even To Myself—but Some Days, I Lived For Those Smiles.