If You Wanted To Rip My Clothes

Will Looked As If He Were Being Asked To Believe In Something Impossible—snow In Summertime, A London Winter Without Rain.

I Don’t Know Why I Ever Helped You.” “because You Like Broken Things.

Aren't You, Uh... Reproducing? "sure, We Love Reproducing It's One Of Our Favorite Things.

Oh, God, The Lovebirds,” Magnus Said, Pulling The Pillow Off His Face. “i Hate Happy Couples.

I'll Just Be Your Brother From Now On." He Said, Looking At Her With A Hopeful Expectation That She Would Be Pleased, Which Made Her Want To Scream That He Was Smashing Her Heart Into Pieces And He Had To Stop. "that's What You Wanted, Isn't It?" It Took Her A Long Time To Answer, And When She Did, Her Own Voice Sounded Like An Echo, Coming From Very Far Away. "yes," She Said, And She Heard The Rush Of Waves In Her Ears And Her Eyes Stung As If From Sand Or Salt Spray. "that's What I Wanted.