I'm Cursed With This Puritanical Streak That

There Is A Passion In You That Scares Me.

I Raised My Hands, Trying To Shush Her. "don't Shush Me," She Said, Eyes Blazing. "i Hate Being Shushed.

I'm Cursed With This Puritanical Streak That Makes Me Want Everything To Be About Something. It's A Terrible Affliction.

It Was As Though, In One Moment, He Had Become A Stranger. And I A Stranger To Myself.

I Know You Pretty Well." "better Than Anyone I Think." I Smiled. Her Compliment Was Like A Gift Itself, Only More Precious Than Anything That Could Be Bought.