Any Life Worth Living Is Going To

Since I’m Presuming You Don’t Mean You Finally Bought Him A Leash, Let Me Say Simply That There Is A Big Difference Between Allowing An Animal To Ravage You And Allowing Yourself To Be Ravaged. One Is Common. The Other Is Art. It Is Planned. Crafted, Even. Only Capable Of Being Done By A Master.

The Future Of Our Relationship Hinged On Advice From A Fifteen-year Old Girl, A Probably Untrue Story From A One-eyed Chihuahua Trainer, And Me Unromantically – Yet Skillfully – Kissing You On Top Of Silverware And China?

Adrian Sifted Through The Bags And Pulled Out A Slice Of Coconut Cream. "if I Were A Dragon, This Is What I'd Go For." I Didn't Argue, Mainly Because That Statement Had No Logical Argument.

You Remember Our Talk About Purpose And Meaning?" He Asked Me, The Smile Disappearing. "well, I Think This Might Be Mine. I Think This Is What I Was Meant To Do, Georgina.

Where Are We Going?" Asked Victor. "if I'm Allowed To Ask." I Squirmed Around In My Seat So That I Could Look Him In The Eye. "that's What You're Going To Tell Us. As Hard As It Is To Believe, We Didn't Do All That Just Because We Missed Your Pleasant Company." "that Is Hard To Believe.