That's Kind Of Creepy.

I Get That We Can't Be Together. And It's Not Like I'm So Weak-willed That The Simple Act Of Saying Hello To Me Will Cause Me To Jump Your Bones In The Hall.

I Only Saw Fire And Chandeliers And Smoke. No People. Not The Room. Not Even A Time Frame. Do You Know How Many Chandeliers There Are In The South Wing Alone? What Was I Supposed To Do? Tell Everyone To Avoid Chandeliers Forever?

What's Your Angle?" I Asked, Trying To Sound More Playful Than Demanding. "isosceles," Jack Quipped.

Self-publishing Is Great, But I Don't Want To Be An Icon For It, Or Anything Else.

Being Liked For The Way You Looked Is Worse Than Not Being Liked At All.