The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I

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

Jacob's Little Smirk Became A Full-blown Grin, And I Knew He Was Picturing Charlie Showing Up To Arrest Him. This Grin Was Too Bitter, Too Full Of Mocking To Satisfy Me. This Wasn't The Smile I'd Been Waiting To See.

After All, What Was More Important, In The End, Than Love?

I Just Know I'm Too Much Of A Wuss For Stephen King's Books. I'm Way Too Chicken To Read Horror.

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.