Once People Start Throwing Wet Stuff, I

You’re Still Waiting For The Running And The Screaming, Aren’t You?

No One Had To Tell Me Anything. I Know What I Am

It Felt Almost Rude To Ignore Toe Pretty White Bed, But We Just Weren’t Going To Make It That Far.

However, I Can Read Hers- She'll Be Waiting To Ambush You In Class.

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?