Tomorrow," Minho Added. "somehow, Some Way.

You'll Work Hard To Create Characters That Are Compelling And Unforgettable. But In The End, It's The Story That Matters.

The Creators,” Minho Said; Then He Spat On The Floor. “i’m Gonna Break Your Faces!

I Don't Think Anything's More Rewarding Than Hearing That You've Helped Someone Gain A Love Of Reading.

Yeah, Right," Minho Said. "and Frypan's Gonna Start Having Little Babies, Winston'll Get Rid Of His Monster Acne, And Thomas Here'll Actually Smile For Once." Thomas Turned To Minho And Exaggerated A Fake Smile. "there, You Happy?" "dude," He Responded. "you Are One Ugly Shank.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.