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You Are Wise As Well As Short." "i Can Also Break Bricks With My Bare Hands." "that's A Handy Skill If You Ever Find Yourself Walled Up In The Basement Of An Abandoned House By A Psychopath.

She Surrounded Herself With Books At Work And At Home. Her Living Space Was A Testament To Her First And Abiding Love With Shelves Jammed With Books Tables Crowded With Them. She Saw Them Not Only As Knowledge Entertainment Comfort Even Sanity But As A Kind Of Artful Decoration.

I Think She Was The Love Of His Life. When You've Got One Of Those, It Does Stuff To You. It Makes You Think About Them Even When You're Doing Routine Things. It Makes You Want To Protect Them, To Make Them Happy And Safe.

Love Is Very Funny Business. And Sex - Well, Let's Face It, Sex Is Hysterical.

I'm Sorry. It's Hard For Me. I Do Love You," She Said Quietly. "sometimes It Scares Me Because You're The First. And The Only" He Held Her There Until He Was Sure He Could Speak, Then Eased Her Back, Looked Into Her Eyes "you've Chaged My Life. Become My Life." He Touched His Lips To Hers, Let The Kiss Deepen Slowly, Silkily. "i Need You