One Day She's Throwing A Book At

He Tilted His Head To The Side, Still Watching Me In That Same, Disconcerting Way. “some Things Are True, Drunk Or Sober. You Should Know That. You Deal In Facts All The Time.” “yeah, But This Isn’t—” I Couldn’t Argue With Him Looking At Me Like That. “i Have To Go. Wait… You Didn’t Take The Cross.” I Held It Out To Him. He Shook His Head. “keep It. I Think I’ve Got Something Else To Help Center My Life.

I Hadn't Gotten Far When I Ran Into Mason. Good God. Men Everywhere.

When You Say ‘old Friend,’ Are We Talking, Like...since The Ice Age?” “no. Of Course Not.” “oh.” “it’s Only Been About Four Hundred Years.” “ah. Yes. Only Four Hundred.” A Wry Expression Spread Over His Face. “being With You Is A Continual Experiment In Perspective. Among Other Things.

Guys Do Ridiculous Things For Love." Adrian Reached Into His Pocket And Held Up A Pack Of Cigarettes. "do You Know How Badly I Want One Of These Right Now? Yet I Suffer, Rose. All For You.

They're True," I Replied Defiantly. "i Came Here To Kill You. And If I Can't Do That, Then I'd Rather Die." "you Failed, You Know. On The Street." "yeah. I Kind Of Figured That Out When I Woke Up Here.