Fang Will Be The First To Die

Iggy’s Spine Tightened, His Face Like Ice. When He’d Been At The School, They’d Tried To Surgically Enhance His Night Vision. Now He Was Blind Forever. Oops.

And Flock Rule Number Two Is, Don't Argue With Max Or You'll Live To Regret It." I Spun And Stomped Out To The Clearing, Turning Back For One Last Jab At Dylan. "and By The Way, You Clearly Don't Know Me Better Than Fang Does. Do You See Fang Arguing With Me? No, You Do Not." Fang Rolled His Eyes.

If You're In The Room, I Want To Be Next To You. If You're Gone, I Think About You. You're Who I Want To Talk To. In A Fight, I Want You At My Back. When We're Together The Sun Is Shining. When We're Apart, Everything Is In Shades Of Gray.

I Want My Room To Smell Just Like This." Iggy Inhaled Deeply As The Scents Flame-broiled Burgers And Hot French Fries Wafted Around Us. 'it Would Be An Improvement.' I Agreed.

A Friend Of Mine Once Defined Love As Finding Someone You Can Talk To Late Into The Night