We're Meant To Be Friends But You

…my Life Has Been A Remarkable One. Maybe One Day Someone Will Write A Book About Me . . .” "i’ve Never Much Cared For Horror Stories.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

Strange Though It Is,sarov Still Cares About You. He Told Me To Leave You Alone. But I Think, This Time, I Must Disobey The General. You Are Mine! And I Intend To Make You Suffer..." "just Talking To You Makes Me Suffer," Alex Said.

You Weren’t In Any Real Danger. We Knew Exactly Where You Were All The Time.

When Are You At Your Most Defenseless?