My Mind... It's Who I Am. I

Jerome Sighed And Set Down His Fork. "are You Still Doing That, Georgie? Don't I Suffer Enough Without Having To Endure The Humiliation Of A Succubus Who Moonlights As A Christmas Elf?" "you Always Said I Should Quit The Bookstore And Find Something Else To Do," I Reminded Him. "yes, But That Was Because I Thought You'd Go On To Do Something Respectable. Like Become A Stripper Or The Mayor's Mistress.

It's Like Living In A Retirement Home! Clarence Is Taking A Nap Right Now, And He Eats At Five. It's So Boring." "you've Only Been Here For Two Days." "and That's Been More Than Enough. The Only Thing Keeping Me Alive Is That He Keeps A Hefty Supply Of Liquor On Hand. But At The Rate I'm Going, That'll Be Gone By The Weekend. Jesus Christ, I'm Climbing The Walls." His Eyes Fell On The Cross At My Neck. "oh. Sorry. No Offense To Jesus.

And I Could See His Internal Struggle Become An All Out War. "it Wouldn't Have Made A Difference. Not With Adrian Involved," He Said..... "i Meant It. I Won't Be That Guy Rose. I Won't Be That Man That Takes Someone Else's Girlfriend.

Well, I Guess I Can Wait Two Weeks Then." "for What?" "to Ask Her Out

I Saw Endless Depths Of Brown, The Depths I'd Fallen Into So Many Times. No Red Rings. Dimitri...was Not A Strigoi. And He Was Weeping.