Her Perfume Was A Mixture Of Roses

There!" Apollo Pointed. "long Island, Dead Ahead. Let's Slow Down, Dear. 'dead' Is Only An Expression.

You're Bes, I Guess?" I Said. "yes," He Said. "your Car's A Mess," Liz Muttered. "if One More Person Rhymes," Emma Grumbled, "i'll Throw Up.

Don't Stay In One Place Too Long. It Was The Only Way To Stay Ahead Of The Sadness.

I Wondered If She'd Ever Written On Her Notebook: Geb + Nut = True Love Or Mrs Geb.

Now, I Figured That The Built-up Gas In Most Boys' Locker Rooms Was Enough To Cause An Explosion, So I Wasn't Surprised When The Flaming Dodgeball Ignited A Huge Whooooooom!