The Wounded Recognized The Wounded.

I'd Always Loved To Read - And Come From A Family Of Readers - But I Never Thought About Writing As A Career.

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire

Ive Gotten To Know A Number Of Readers From Being Online, And Really Treasure The Time Ive Spent With Them.

Love Makes Saints Or Sinners Out Of Men.

People In Hell Want Snowcones.