I Find Prostitutes Vastly Important.

I Loved You And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me.

I Felt A Strange Fluttering Sensation In My Chest. Butterflies, Cardiac Arrest . . . It Was Hard To Say What Exactly.

Trey Scoffed. "between You And Me, Brayden's Probably The Last Guy In The World You Have To Worry About. I Think He's As Clueless As You Are. If I Didn't Care About Your Virtue So Much, I'd Actually Probably Give Him A Lecture On 'how' To Try Something." -trey, Pg. 70

"watch It." He Said At Last. "i Can Make Your Life Miserable." I Gave Him An Icy Smile. "you Already Have, And That's Why I've Got The Advantage. You've Done Your Worst - But You Haven't Seen What I Can Do Yet."

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?