Quit Voting Me Down Before You Even

But First, My Friends, I Need You To Do Something For Me. We Have Two Spies In The Back Of The Auditorium.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose,” He Repeated; The Bubble Of Phlegm In His Throat Made A Disgusting Crackle. “and It Really Blows.

In Other Words, A Considerable Portion Of Your Extraordinary Gift Comes From The Simple Fact That You Very Much Want To Do Good." -master George