Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort

Is This The Part Where You Start Tearing Off Strips Of Your Shirt To Bind My Wounds?" "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked.

What You Said Was True. We Don't Live Or Love In A Vacuum. There Are People Around Us Who Care About Us Who Would Be Hurt, Maybe Destroyed If We Let Ourselves Feel What We Might Want To Feel.

Do You Not Tire Of Eternity? Do You Not Wish To End Your Suffering?" "by Leaping Into The Void? Not Really.

I Borrowed This From Kyle. My Other Shirt Was Pretty Filthy." "wow, You're Wearing Each Other's Clothes Now. That's, Like, Best Friend Stuff." "feeling Left Out?" Said Kyle. "i Suppose You Want To Borrow A Black T-shirt Too." "as Long As Everyone's Wearing Their Own Pants." "i See Have Come In On A Fascinating Moment In The Conversation." Eric Poked His Head Through The Curtain.

The Cycle Hit The Beach And Spun Out. Emma Went Into A Rolling Crouch As She Flew Free Of It, Keeping Her Elbows In, Pushing The Air Hard Out Of Her Lungs. She Turned Her Head As She Hit The Sand, Slapping Her Palms Down To Roll Herself Forward, Absorbing The Impact Of The Fall Through Her Arms And Shoulders, Her Knees Folding Up Into Her Chest. The Stars Wheeled Crazily Overhead As She Spun, Sucking In Her Breath As Her Body Slowed Its Rolling. She Came To A Stop On Her Back, Her Hair And Clothes Full Of Sand And Her Ears Full Of The Sound Of The Wildly Crashing Ocean.