And There I Was, Pretty As Heck,

Tears Were Dripping Onto My Dress, But I Wasn't Making Any Sound. There Was No Sound To Express Thid Kind Of Pain. I Didn't Want To Move, Didn't Want To Do Anything. Fang Was Not Waiting For Me Out In The Living Room. Tomorrow Morning, When I Woke Up, Fang Would Still Be Gone.

It's Always Refreshing To Meet Someone Crazier Than Us," I Said. "we Seem So Normal Afterward.

I'm Way Hot," He Muttered. "but I Don't Feel Sick. Just — Way Hot." Fang

Yeah, Well, Asparagus Is Good For Me, But It Still Makes Me Want To Throw Up.

I Shot Him The Bird. (get It? I Shot Him The—never Mind.)