It's The Ciiiiiiiiiiiiircle Of Liiiiiiiiiife!" Iggy Sang

Yes. I Owed My Life, Angel's Life, And My Mother's Life To A Mutant's Ability To Create Industrial-strength Snot.

I Took A Bite Of Cookie And Chewed. “hmmm,” I Said, Trying Not To Spit Crumbs. “clear Vanilla Notes, Too-sweet Chocolate Chips, Distinct Flavor Of Brown Sugar. A Decent Cookie, Not Spectacular. Still, A Good-hearted Cookie, Not Pretentious.” I Turned To Fang. “what Say You?” “it’s Fine.” Some People Just Don’t Have What It Takes To Appreciate A Cookie.

You Have A Memory Chip That Small Implanted In You,” He Verified. I Nodded, Guessing This Was Somewhat Worse Than Having Cooties.

The Subject For A Lot Of Non-fiction Is Very Emotional, But If You Read It, It's The Most Boring, Dry Stuff. I Wanted 'torn Apart' To Be Extremely Accessible And Readable.

She Had A Lot Of Hugs To Give, But Not Enough People To Give Them To.