In Fact I Was Fairly Certain There

I'm Like A Fine Wine. I Get Better With Age. The Best Is Yet To Come.

What, Are You Doing? Aside From Getting Your Sandwich Cold." "i’m Making A Snow Angel. Don’t You Know What That Is?" "yes, I Know. But Why? You Must Be Freezing." "not So Much, Actually. My Face Is A Little, I Guess.

A Different Word Usually Came To My Mind When I Thought Of Yeva, Though It Did Sound A Lot Like “witch.

Wine's Terrible For Babies." Dorian Swept Into The Sitting Room To Join Me, Elegantly Arranging Himself On A Love Seat That Displayed His Purple Velvet Robes To Best Effect. "well Of Course It Is. I'd Never Dream Of Giving Wine To An Infant! What Do You Take Me For, A Barbarian? But For You... Well, It Might Go A Long Way To Make You A Little Less Jumpy. You've Been Positively Unbearable To Live Around. "i Can't Have It Either. It Affects The Babies In Utero.

You Can't Force Love, I Realized. It's There Or It Isn't. If It's Not There, You've Got To Be Able To Admit It. If It Is There, You've Got To Do Whatever It Takes To Protect The Ones You Love.