If I Were Thinking Straight, I'd Take

Wow. Nice Bike,” I Said. Which Was A Lie. It Looked Like A Glossy Black Death Trap.

The More Time I Spent With Him, The More I Knew The Feelings Weren't Going Away.

Quit Calling Me Grey. It Makes Me Sound Like I’m A Boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “dorian Who?” I Sighed. “just Think Up Something Else. Plain Old Nora Works Too, You Know.” “sure Thing, Gumdrop.” I Grimaced. “i Take That Back. Let’s Stick With Grey.

Did You Hear Something, Nora?” Vee Asked. “i Thought I Heard Something.” “you Definitely Heard Something,” I Agreed. “could That Be … A Dog Fart I Heard?” Vee Asked Me.

You Want A Blood Relative To Lead Your Army? Get Marcie. She Likes Ordering People Around. She'll Be A Natural.