Speaking Of Which, Would You Like To

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.

Yeah, I’ll Always Be Your Friend. No Matter What You Love.

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

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.

Do You Truly Believe That You Care More For Me Than I Do For You?" He Murmured, Leaning Closer To Me As He Spoke, His Dark Golden Eyes Piercing. I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me. "you're Doing It Again," I Muttered. His Eyes Opened Wide With Surprise. "what?" "dazzling Me," I Admitted, Trying To Concentrate As I Looked Back At Him. "oh." He Frowned. "it's Not Your Fault," I Sighed. "you Can't Help It.