An Ability To Look Into The Confusing

A Spark Could Be Enough To Set Them Ablaze.

As We Ride The Elevator Gale Finally Says “you're Still Angry.” “and You're Still Not Sorry,” I Reply. "i Will Stand By What I Said. Do You Want Me To Lie About It?” He Asks. “no, I Want You To Rethink It And Come Up With The Right Opinion,” I Tell Him.

Somehow It Always Comes Back To Coal At School.

You Know, You're Kind Of Squeamish For Such A Lethal Person

Yes, Frosting. The Final Defense Of The Dying.