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"i'm Hoping That The More You See Me, The More I'll Grow On You." "like A Fungus?

There's Not Much I Dislike More Than Being Addressed As "hey You" And Being Poked With A Finger.

We Could Go Back," He Said. In The Dome Light Of The Car, His Face Looked Hard As Stone. "we Could Go Back To Your House. I Can Stay With You Always. We Can Know Each Other's Bodies In Every Way, Night After Night. I Could Love You." His Nostrils Flared, And He Looked Suddenly Proud. "i Could Work. You Would Not Be Poor. I Would Help You." "sounds Like A Marriage," I Said, Trying To Lighten The Atmosphere. But My Voice Was Too Shaky. "yes," He Said.

You Think That It’s Not Magic That Keeps You Alive? Just ‘cause You Understand The Mechanics Of How Something Works, Doesn’t Make It Any Less Of A Miracle. Which Is Just Another Word For Magic. We’re All Kept Alive By Magic, Sookie. My Magic’s Just A Little Different From Yours, That’s All.

You Were So Sweet When You Didn't Know Who You Were.