I Wrapped My Arms Around

Sometimes It Was So Easy To Forget That I Was Kissing A Vampire.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.

My Life And His Were Twisted Into A Single Strand. Cut One, And You Cut Both. If He Were Gone, I Would Not Be Able To Live Through That. If I Were Gone, He Wouldn't Live Through It, Either.

I Had Enough Trouble Not Falling Down When The Ground Was Dry; It Might Be Safer For Me To Go Back To Bed Now.

I Bit A Pillow. Or Two.