I Looked At You... And Saw Your

Since When Do We Even Play Games?” “since When Don’t We Play Games? Games Of Life, Games Of Death. Games Of Love, Of Hope, Of Chance, Of Despair, And Of All The Myriad Wonders In Between.” I Rolled My Eyes At The Newcomer. “hello, Carter.

You Know I Love You, Right?” The Urge To Kiss Her Goodbye Was So Strong That I Almost Broke Our Rules. She Smiled, Beautiful And Golden In The Late Morning Light. “not As Much As I Love You.” “oh, Man. This Is My Dream Come True: Having An ‘i Love You More’ Debate. Here, I’ll Start. I Love You More. Your Turn.” Sydney Laughed And Opened The Door. “i’ve Taken Debate Classes. You’d Lose To My Logic.

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?

(men Without Ambition Are Boring) And That Attitude, Mistress, Is Why The Females Of Your Kind Continue To Struggle For Equality. And Why They Continue To Fail.

Hey, Volusian, You Haven't Been Checking Me Out, Have You?" He Gave Me His Trademark Bland Stare. "i Assure You, Mistress, The Only Allure Your Bare Flesh Has For Me Is To Remind Me How Easy It Will Be To Slice Open." I Laughed. If Not For The Fact He Was Actually Serious, He'd Be So Much Fun.