I Don't Have Any Leeches On My

It Was Sort Of The Pattern To My Life - I'd Never Been Strong Enough To Deal With The Things Outside My Control, To Attack The Enemies Or Outrun Them. To Avoid The Pain. Always Human And Weak, The Only Thing I'd Ever Been Able To Do Was Keep Going. Endure. Survive.

With The Host, I Think The Actors Could Be Really Big Names. That Would Be Cool. Id Love To See Robert Redford Put On A Beard And Be Jeb; He Would Be Amazing... Matt Damon Has Some Very Jared-esque Qualities, And Then Casey Affleck As Ian And Ben Affleck As Kyle. Imagine The Interplay.

My Life And His Were Twisted Into A Single Strand. Cut One, And You Cut Both. If He Were Gone, I Would Not Be Able To Live Through That. If I Were Gone, He Wouldn't Live Through It, Either.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

No Point In Ignoring The Truth. Doesn't Make It Worse To Have It Said Out Loud.