You Just Click Your Heels And Think

You Tried To Slide His Original Curse Back Onto Him?” Al Said In Wonder. “at The Restaurant? And I Stopped You? Sweet Mother Pus Bucket!” He Exclaimed, And I Swear, Dust Sifted From The Ceiling. “rachel, We Have To Work On This Communication Thing.

Coffee. I Could Smell Coffee. Coffee Would Make Everything Better.

You Can Trust Me To Keep My Word. I Always Keep My Word, Promises Or Threats.

Yes, But . . .” She Hesitated, Her Gaze Finally Coming To Me. “i Survived Because I Fell In Love.” With You Was Unspoken.

What Was It With Me And Organized Beatings, Anyway?