There Was A Brief Pause For Them

Filters Are For Cigarrettes And Coffee," Simon Muttered Under His Breath As They Went Inside. "two Things I Could Use Right Now, Incidentally.

You Could Say Anything You Wanted To Someone You Thought You Were Never Going To See Again.

Seeing Through Glamour Is Easy. It's People That Are Hard.

He's My Neophyte Downworlder To Mock And Boss Around, Not Yours.

Maybe That Was Why She Couldn't Cry, She Realized, Staring Dry-eyed At The Ceiling. Because What Was The Point In Crying When There Was No One There To Comfort You? And What Was Worse, When You Couldn't Even Comfort Yourself?