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His Fingers Never Ceased To Amaze Me. They Could Break A Man's Neck, Bandage A Wound, And Slide Sensually Across Bare Skin.

You Guys Are So Caught Up In Your Polished Images And Your Passive-aggressive Comments That No One Ever Comes Right Out And Says Anything. Well, I'm Going To.

She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.

Eddie Became About One Percent Less Tense.

She Didnʹt Know If She Could Carry On By Herself, But Then, She Realized That If This Wasnʹt A Dream—and Dear God, Did It Feel Real—there Was No Magic ʺstopʺ In Real Life. If She Couldnʹt Deal With Loneliness In A Dream, She Never Would Be Able To While Waking.