Yes, I Can Talk And Think At

Jeremy Had A Plan For Getting Clay Back And I Wasn't Allowed To Know Anything About It Or Allowed To Help Him Carry It Out. As One Might Expect, I Accepted This News With Grace And Understanding. "that Is The Stupidest Idea I've Ever Heard!" I Snarled For The Dozenth Time That Hour. "i Won't Just Sit Here And Do Nothing.

My Past Was A Private Obstacle, Not A Public Excuse.

Chloe? It's Me." After A Pause, He Added, "derek," Like I Could Mistake That Deep Rumble For Anyone Else, Like I Could Mistake That Little Part Of Me That Perked Up Like An Eager Puppy Saying, "it's Him. Quick! Go See What He Wants." God, How Had I Been So Blind? It Seemed So Obvious Now.

He Stood And Inhaled, Then Walked A Few More Feet, Stooped, And Prodded A Chunk Of Rabbit Fur. “i’m Definitely Thinking Something With More Body Parts,” I Said. “like A Head.” He Gave A Snort Of A Laugh. “it’s Probably Around Here Somewhere, But I Suppose You Want The Parts Attached, Too.

I've Spent The Last Decade Learning To Stand Firm And Face My Problems… Or At Least Batter Them Until They're Unrecognizable.