You Mess With One Quinn, You Mess

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

I Don't Kick A Man When He's Down, Unless I'm The One Who Put Him Down In The First Place. I Don't Put Him Down Unless He Deserves It. And I Don't Break My Word If I Give It. So I'll Give You My Word.

When I Left, It Was For You. Coming Back Was For You. There’s Nothing You Can Say, Nothing You Can Do That Would Make Me Leave You Again.

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.