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She Laughed Softly. "therapy Isn't So Much About What I Think As You Do." "then Why Do It At All?" "because We Don't Always Know What It Is We're Thinking Or Feeling. When You Have A Guide, It's Easier To Figure Things Out. You'll Often Discover That You Already Know What To Do. I Can Help You Ask Questions And Go Places You Mihgt Not Have On Your Own." "well, You're Good At The Qujestion Part." I Noted Dryly.

Just Friends, Just Friends. Standing There In The Bookstore, Watching Seth Walk Away, I Half Wondered How Anyone Could Still Use That Line. But I Knew Why, Of Course. It Was Used Because People Still Believed It. Or At Least They Wanted To.

I Found The Candles—atrocious Air Freshening Ones That Smelled Like Fake Pine.

At Long Last, She Gasped Out, "it’s Seth." "what Happened?" I Demanded. "is He Okay?" "he Ended It." Her Crying Renewed. "he Broke The Engagement And Told Me It Was Over.

You're Burned Into My Mind Forever. There Is Nothing, Nothing In This World That Will Ever Change That." And It Was Memories Like That That Made It So Hard To Comprehend This Quest To Kill Him, Even If He Was A Strigoi. Yet...at The Same Time I Had To Destroy Him. I Needed To Remember Him As The Man Who'd Loved Me And Held Me In Bed. I Needed To Remember That That Man Would Not Want To Stay A Monster.