She Had Always Maintained A Cynical Facade,

Set The World Afire. Just Let Me Hand You The Matches.

Pretend You're Mine," He Urged, His Arms Closing Around Her. "just For A Minute. Pretend There's Never Been Anyone But Me, That I'm The One You're Promised To. Do It For Me....i'll Never Ask Again.

You Can't Love Someone New Without Getting Over The Last One.

Some Are Nice And Some Aren't. Some Are Smart, And Others Are About As Bright As A Wet Match In A Dark Cave. In Other Words, Pretty Normal.

Well, You Missed Out On Some Important Protocol, Ella. You Can't Stand Between A Texan And His Power Tools. We Like Them. Big Ones That Drain The National Grid. We Also Like Truck-stop Breakfasts, Large Moving Objects, Monday Night Football, And The Missionary Position. We Don't Drink Light Beer, Drive Smart Cars, Or Admit To Knowing The Names Of More Than About Five Or Six Colors. And We Don't Wax Our Chests, Ever.