Yeah, But They're Purple Pants," Bobby Said

I Don't Want To Be Famous Per Se, But I Want To Write Books For As Long As I Can. And I Plan On Writing A Lot.

The Way It Always Did.

He Kissed Me Desperately, Like A Drowning Man And I Was His Oxygen.

Not All Prisons Have Bars

You Really Do Hate Me, Don't You? I Mean, Destroying Someone's Ice-cream Cone? That's Vicious." Her Cheeks Reddened. "i Didn't See You There. Honestly." She Wiped At His Shirt More Frantically, As If She Could Prevent It From Staining If She Rubbed Hard Enough. "oh, Now I See Your Plan, And It's Far More Devious Than I Thought." Daniel Smirked. "you Were Looking For An Excuse To Grope Me.