I Play A Mean Harmonica

Sundown Had Bloodied The Horizon Over The Uneven Rooftops Of South Boston. Birds Were Perched On Every Roof And Seemed To Be Watching The Girl Walking Slowly Below. - Cradle And All

There's No Such Thing As A Kid Who Hates Reading. There Are Kids Who Love Reading, And Kids Who Are Reading The Wrong Books.

He Nuzzled My Neck, Inhaling Deeply. “mmm. You Smell So Good.” “oh, Yeah,” I Said, Smirking. “i Call This New Perfume ‘le Jungle Grime Et Tropical Bo.’ ” “dirt And Sweat. Very Sexy.

A Guy Who Hates His Job Isn't Going To Be Too Charming At Home.

I Hate This Guy,” Ari Muttered, Keeping His Head Down “there’s A Club,” I Told Him. “the Haters Of Ter Borcht Club. Have You Gotten Your Badge Yet?