I Tried To Remember How

The Seeker Needed A Nice Long Lifetime Eating Sunshine.

Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.

Interceded? You Threw Me To The Sharks!

So What You're Saying Is, I'm Your Brand Of Heroin?" I Teased, Trying To Lighten The Mood. He Smiled Swiftly, Seeming To Appreciate My Effort. "yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

When I Was 8, I Was Reading 'gone With The Wind' And 'pride And Prejudice' And All That, Not Knowing It Wasn't My Reading Level.