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Do I Look Like A Mess?” She Asked. He Nodded. “but You’re My Mess,” He Whispered.

No One Knows As Well As I How Much Nonsense Is Printed In Books.

I Vow To Spend The Rest Of My Life Keeping Your Hands And Feet Warm.

The Look Anthony Shot At His Sister Was So Comically Malevolent Simon Nearly Laughed. He Managed To Restrain Himself, But Mostly Just Because He Was Fairly Certain That Any Show Of Humor Would Cause Anthony's Fist To Lose Its Battle With His Brain, With Simon's Face Emerging As The Conflict's Primary Casualty.