Losing Chloe Had Been Like

There Is A Reason The Word Belonging Has A Synonym For Want At Its Center; It Is The Human Condition.

If You Don't Get Sick, You Won't Get Well.

I Smiled At Him As Best I Could And Pushed The Paper Across The Table Before He Could Change His Mind. Because Henry Deville Was Correct - There Was An Ingredient In My Baking More Concenctrated Than Any Extract, More Pungent Than Any Spice; An Ingredient That Everyone Would Recognize And No One Was Able To Name: It Was Regret, And It Rose When One Least Expected.

Or. I Hate That Word. It’s Two Letters Long And Stuffed To The Gills With Reasonable Doubt.

You Can't Hate Someone Until You Know What It Might Be Like To Love Them.