Can't You... I Don't. Find A Hobby

Whoa, Dimitri," I Said, Tossing My Bag On The Floor. "i Realize This Is Actually A Current Hit In Eastern Europe Right Now, But Do You Think We Could Maybe Listen To Something That Wasn't Recorded Before I Was Born?” Only His Eyes Flicked Toward Me; The Rest Of His Posture Remained The Same. "what Does It Matter To You? I'm The One Who's Going To Be Listening To It. You'll Be Outside Running.

Yeah, I Was At The Masquerade Of The Damned.

Plus, I Was About To Spend Six Weeks With Christian Ozera. He Was Sarcastic, Difficult, And Made Jokes About Everything. Actually, He Was A Lot Like Me. It Was Going To Be A Long Six Weeks.

I Had Never Thought I Could Love Another Person This Much. I Also Never Thought I’d Live In Such Fear Of Losing Another Person. Was This How Everyone In Love Felt? Did They All Cling Tightly To Their Beloved And Wake Up Terrified In The Middle Of The Night, Afraid Of Being Alone? Was That An Inevitable Way Of Life When You Loved So Deeply? Or Was It Just Those Of Us Who Walked On A Precipice Who Lived In Such Panic?

And You Work For That Demon, Right? The One Who Looks Like Matthew Broderick?” “john Cusack,” I Corrected. “he Looks Like John Cusack.” “whatever.