I Tell Myself He's Better Than He

Jace Snorted So Loudly That She Turned On Him With A Frown. He Wiggled His Mud-caked Fingers At Her. His Nails Were Black Crescents. "filthy Inside And Out.

No' Is A Magical Word," He Told Her. "here's How It Goes. You Say, 'simon, I Have An Insane, Suicidal Plan. Would You Like To Help Me Carry It Out?' And I Say, "why, No.

Unless There Was A Reason For Me To Stay.

And Next Time You're Planning To Injure Yourself To Get Me Attention, Just Remember That A Little Sweet Talk Works Wonders.

I Hate That Stuff. It Tastes Like Feet." At That He Smiled. "how Would You Know What Feet Taste Like?" "i Just Know.