It's Not What You Are. It's What

And Then Writing, It Was Like I Just Found It, You Know? Like You Just Found Your Favorite Flavor Of Ice Cream, All Of A Sudden There It Is. 'this Is What I Should Have Been Doing For The Last Thirty Years. What Was I Thinking?' So I Was, Then I Was In And Then I Had To Just Keep Going With It.

I'd Never Understood How Carlisle Was Able To Do That - Ignore The Blood Of His Patients In Order To Treat Them. Wouldn't The Constant Temptation Be So Distracting, So Dangerous? But Now, I Could See How, If You Were Focusing On Something Else Hard Enough, The Temptation Was Be Nothing At All.

And He Was My Friend. Not That He Wouldn't Kill Me If Things Turned Out That Way, But He Wouldn't Like Doing It. With Humans, What More Could You Ask For A Friend?

Jacob Was Simply A Perpetually Happy Person, And He Carried This Happiness With Him Like An Aura, Sharing It With Whoever Was Near Him. Lika An Earthbound Sun, Whenever Someone Was Within His Gravitational Pull, Jacob Warmed Them. It Was Natural, A Part Of Who He Was.

Try Not To Trip," She Added. "we Don't Have Time For A Concussion Today." I Groaned. That Would Be Just Like Me - Ruin Everything, Destroy The World, In A Moment Of Klutziness.