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Do You Remember The First Time We Made Love?" He Touched His Lips To Hers As He Said It. "we Rode Up In The Elevator Like This And Couldn't Keep Our Hands Off Each Other, Couldn't Get To Each Other Quick Enough. I Was Mad For You. I Wanted You More Than I Wanted To Keep Breathing. I Still Do." He Deepened The Kiss As The Elevator Doors Opened. "it's Never Going To Change.

- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator Or Poet? - Hmmm... A Poetic Gladiator.

A Good Story's Like A Door, And You Can Go Through It Whenever You Need To. After You've Read It Or Seen It Or Heard It, You Can Still Go Back Through It. Once It's Yours, It's Always Yours.

Why Couldn't The Merciful God Turn Down The Sunlight So It Wasn't Blasting Like A Red Furnace Against His Aching Eyes? Because He'd Worshipped The God Of Beer, Thats Why. He'd Broken A Commandment And Worshipped The False And Foamy God Of Beer. And Now He Was Being Punished.

My Mother Says Happy Ever After's A Bunch Of Bull.