There Is A Passion In

I'm Cursed With This Puritanical Streak That Makes Me Want Everything To Be About Something. It's A Terrible Affliction.

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.

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.

I Prefer The Word Aviatrix. It Has More Zing To It." "it's Very Zingy," I Agreed.

You Flatter Me Shamelessly. I Like It. Good.