When Their Love Was Not

-who Knows About This? -just Me, The Police, The Killer, And Now You.

It Did No Good To Cry, She Had Learned That Early On.

Her Voice Was As Rough As Sandpaper. As Long As Blomkvist Lived, He Would Never Forget Her Face As She Went On The Attack. Her Teeth Were Bared Like A Beast Of Prey. Her Eyes Were Glittering, Black As Coal. She Moved With The Lightning Speed Of A Tarantula And Seemed Totally Focus On Her Prey As She Swung The Club Again, Striking Martin In The Ribs.

If Love Is Liking Someone An Awful Lot, Then I Suppose I'm In Love With Several People.

No, I Don't Believe In God, But I Respect The Fact That You Do. Everyone Has To Have Something To Believe In.