Is It Important To Be

Later," Fang Said To Ella And Dr. Martinez In That Gushy, Hyperemotional, Overdramatic Way He Has.

I Don't Smile As Much As I Should, Even Though I Smile Inside A Lot.

Hi, Max," She Said, Pushing Her Shades Up Onto Her Curls. "i Hope Your Wearing Sunscreen," I Said, “your Gonna Have Hella Wrinkles By The Time Your Ten.” “want Some Daiquiri?” She Offered, Pointing At A Blender. “is It Traitor Flavored?” I Asked.

Sometimes He Seems Like A Droid--or A Drone. Fang Of Nine. Fang2-d2.

Do I Open It? Do I Open It? Of Course I Freaking Open It!