It Feels So Weird To Be Able

I Want To Be A Writer. I Do Not Want To Spend 40 Hours A Week Handling E-mails, Formatting Covers, Finding Editors, Etc.

What I Told You Before Is Still True. I Want To Know That When You're With Me, It's Because You Want To Be, Not Because You Have To Be.

As A Rule, I Don't Enjoy Being Tossed Into Closets And Having The Door Shut On My Face, But I Knew He Was Protecting Me.

Because You're Here With Me, Jack Said. Any Night That Ends With That Can't Be That Bad

So We Know She's Safe And Taken Care Of?" Daniel Asked, And She Nodded. "good. Then Why Don't We Do Something That You Want To Do?" "like What?" "i Don't Know. What Do You Like To Do?" "um...." Her Stomach Rumbled, Since Crying Always Made Her Hungry. "i Like Eating Breakfast." "that's So Weird." Daniel Grinned. "because I Like Making French Toast." "that Works Out, Doesn't It?