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I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.

If You Were Half As Funny As You Think You Are, You'd Be Twice As Funny As You Are Now.

Let Me Give You A Piece Of Advice. The Handsome Young Fellow Who's Trying To Rescue You From A Hideous Fate Is Never Wrong. Not Even If He Says The Sky Is Purple And Made Of Hedgehogs.

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

You Think She’ll Be Able To Talk Sense Into Him?” She Asked. “his Sister?” "if He Listens To Anyone, It Would Be Her.” “that’s Sweet,” Said Maia. “that He Loves His Sister Like That.” “yeah,” Simon Said. “it’s Precious