Feeling Too Much Is A

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

When We Grow Up, We Lose The Talent For Loving Without Restrictions.

We All Look. The Lucky Find.

No. No, I Don't Believe You'd Betray Me With Her. I Don't Believe You'd Cheat On Me. But I'm Afraid, And I'm Sick In My Heart That You Might Look At Her, Then At Me. And Regret.

Justin Turned To Give Her One Of His Cool, Unsmiling Looks. Butterflies Fluttered In Her Throat. She'd Be Very Careful, Serena Decided, As If She Were Walking Through A Minefield. "what Are You Thinking?" "about Bombs," She Answered Blandly, "deadly Camoflaged Bombs." She Gave Him A Quick,innocent Grin. "are We Going To Eat Soon? I'm Starving.