The Cat That Prim Got Hates Me,

Remember That Even In War There Is A Time For Restraint. A Time To Hold Back Your Sword.

My Lips Are Just Forming His Name When His Fingers Lock Around My Throat.

Want A Sugar Cube?" He Asks In His Old Seductive Voice.

A Hysterical Young Woman With Flowing Brown Hair Is Also Called From 4, But She's Quickly Replaced By A Volunteer, An Eighty-year-old Woman Who Needs A Cane To Walk To The Stage.

The Numbness Of His Loss Had Passed, And The Pain Would Hit Me Out Of Nowhere, Doubling Me Over, Racking My Body With Sobs. Where Are You? I Would Cry Out In My Mind. Where Have You Gone? Of Course, There Was Never Any Answer.