We Are Greater Than The Sum Of

Cold,” He Said, Pressing A Finger To My Pale Wrist. “not Cold So Much As Underoxygenated,” I Said. “i Love It When You Talk Medical To Me,” He Said. He Stood, And Pulled Me Up With Him, And Did Not Let Go Of My Hand Until We Reached The Stairs.

I'm Sorry. I Know You Loved Her. It Was Hard Not To.

You Will Not Kill My Girlfriend Today, International Terrorists Of Ambiguous Nationality!

You're Not A Little Kid Anymore. You Need To Make Friends, Get Out Of The House, And Live Your Life.

The Five Of Us Walking Confidently In A Row, I'd Never Felt Cooler. The Great Perhaps Was Upon Us, And We Were Invincible. The Plan May Have Had Faults, But We Did Not.