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The Surface Of The Pond Was Green With Fallen Leaves. "how Could You Have Been Happy There? I Know What You Thought, But Valentine Was A Terrible Father. He Killed Your Pets, Lied To You, And I Know He Hit You- Don't Even Try To Pretend He Didn't." A Flicker Of A Smile Ghosted Across Jace's Face. "only On Alternate Thursdays.

I Think He’s Handling It With Grace. A Lot Of Teenage Boys Would Sulk, Or Lurk Around Under Your Window With A Boom Box.

He Bent Down To Her; Their Mouths Met Again, And The Shock Of Sensation Was So Strong, So Overpowering, That She Shut Her Eyes Against It As If She Could Hide In The Darkness. He Murmured And Gathered Her Against Him.

His Beauty Did Not Blaze Like Will's Did In Fierce Colors And Repressed Fire, But It Had Its Own Muted Perfection, The Loveliness Of Snow Falling Against A Silver Gray Sky.

You Always Find The Right Quote, Or The Right Thing To Say To Make Me Believe You Love Me.