The Preface? Why Would He

Why Do You Need To Fly So Much?” She Asked. “if I Don’t, It’ll Catch Up With Me.” The Words Just Came Out. “what Will?” I Took My Hands From My Face, Panting. I Stared Out At The Storm. “unhappiness.

I Turned Around And Headed Back To The Stairwell, Planning To Go Downstairs And Buy A Chocolate Bar From The Vending Machine. Maybe It Would Fall On Me And End My Misery.

There Is A Passion In You That Scares Me.

You've No Fear Of Heights," Puffed The Girl. "none," I Said. "i've Heard That About You.

If You Were Closer, I'd Slap You," She Said. "let Me Help," I Replied, And Stepped Closer. She Promptly Slapped Me, Which Surprised Me Only A Little. We Glared At Each Other In The Near Dark, And Then She Looked Away. "i'm Sorry I Slapped You," She Said. "that's All Right. I Quite Enjoyed It.