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I Loved Jack Because Of Every Little Thing About Him. The Way He Laughed, The Way He Made Me Smile, The Way He'd Stay Up Until Nine In The Morning Watching Zombie Movies He'd Seen A Hundred Times, And The Way He Could Never Hold A Grudge. I Loved Him Because I Loved Him, Not Because It Was Fate Or Destiny Or In My Blood, We Had Chosen Each Other, And That Felt More Powerful And More Magical.

You Know, Back In The Day, When A Guy Saved A Princess's Life, She Would Reward Him With A Kiss.

The Only Consent Hinge In Life Is That Everyhin Is Changing. And That's A Little Scary, But It Means That Hints Can't Be Bad Or Hard Forever.

It's A Hard Life, But It's The Only Life We Have. And Sometimes-' He Pointed To A Bright Flash Of Lightening, Its Jagged Light Stretching From The Sky To The Ground, '-it's Still Beautiful. Sometimes You Find Something That Makes This All Worth It. And When You Do, You Hang Onto It For As Long As You Can.' He Turned To Me, Shrugging One Shoulder. 'that's The Best You Can Do.

If Peter Pan Had Been Real, He Would've Gone Mad And Killed Everyone In Neverland.