You Can Put On As Many Airs

So. You’re Saying My Sister’s Dressed Like A Prostitute

Carter Leaned Toward Me And Brushed The Hair Away From The Side Of My Face. "don't Look Down Then," He Whispered.

And Here I Thought You Had A Soft Spot For Reckless Young Girls.

You’re Killing Me Here, Sage!” “i’m Not Doing Anything.” “exactly My Point.

You Said You Were A Victim. That's Why...that's Why Ultimately, You And I Aren't Matched For Each Other. In Spite Of Everything That's Happened, I've Never Though Of Myself That Way. Being A Victim Means You're Powerless. That You Won't Take Action. Always...always I've Done Something To Fight For Myself...for Others. No Matter What.