If Love Doesn't Make A Fool Of

Damn Me To Hell Or Take Me To Heaven, But For Gods Sake, Do It Now.

Luck Is Luck ... What We Do With It Determines Whether It's Good Or Bad.

It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know You're Loved, Grayson." But It Did. It Made Him Sad, And Panicked, And For Just A Moment, Wishful.

((doc Is Getting Ready To Do A Pap-smear On Reece)) "looks Healthy," Doc Commented. "good, Because It Hasn't Been Getting Any Exercise In Quite A While." When She Heard Willow Smother A Laugh, Reece Just Closed Her Eyes. She Had To Remember Some Old Saying About Being Careful Of Thoughts. They Become Words.

There I Go Being Critical Again. Does A Man Have To Stand On One Foot And Juggle For Me To Consider Him Entertaining? What Am I Looking For? A Knight?...no, Knights Are All Polished And Shiny. I Think My Taste Runs To Something With A Bit Of Tarnish And Maybe A Few Scratches. Someone Who Can Make Me Laugh And Cry And Make Me Angry And Make My Knees Tremble When He Touches Me.