Softie Was Not A Word

Of Course I Am Grateful, And I'm Sure You Are, As You Put It, A Special Vintage," Bill Said Politely, "but I Have My Own Wine Cellar.

It's Hard Not To Respond When A Master Of The Art Of Kissing Is Laying One On You.

I'd Been Blindsided With The Most Painful Knowledge: The First Man To Ever Say He Loved Me Had Never Loved Me At All. His Passion Had Been Artificial. His Pursuit Of Me Had Been Choreographed.

They Say When One Door Shuts, Another One Opens. But They Haven’t Been Living At My House. Most Of The Doors I Open Seem To Have Something Scary Crouched Behind Them, Anyway.

This Letter Is Written On The Skin Of One Of The Water Sprites Who Drowned Your Parents.' 'ick!' I Cried, And Dropped The Letter On The Kitchen Table.