Never Before Had I Recognized The Ring

Maybe You'll Get Lucky." I Said Bleakly, Lurching On My Feet. "maybe I'll Get Hit By A Truck On My Way Back.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

He’s Playing Every Bit As Hard As I Am, Only He Knows What He’s Doing And I Don’t. Don’t Blame Me Because He’s A Better Manipulator Than I Am — I Haven’t Been Around Long Enough To Learn All His Tricks.

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

Surely It Was A Good Way To Die, In The Place Of Someone Else, Someone I Loved.