Of Course, You’d Warm Up Faster If

It's Over. We've All Been Sentenced To Die.

It Sounded Like You Were Having Bella For Lunch, And We Came To See If You Would Share.

Inspiration In Desperation.

Bella, Would You Please Stop Trying To Take Your Clothes Off?

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.