There Is That. I Might Have Better

I Have Important Business To Get To. I Plan To Sulk All Afternoon, Followed, Perhaps, By An Evening Of Byronic Brooding And A Nighttime Of Dissipation.

The Only Time People Turned To Watch Her Go By Was When She Hurtled Past Them As She Fell.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out. Of Course, The Aftermath Was Less Pleasant. Once You'd Told Everyone You Hated Them And Not To Come After You, Where Exactly Did You Go?

Consider It A Race To See Who Kills You First, Daylighter-valentine, The Other Downworlders, Or The Clave.

Every Life Is Finite, Will.