It's Over. We've All Been Sentenced To

Her Name Is Wanda, Not It. You Will Not Touch Her. Any Mark You Leave On Her, I Will Double On Your Worthless Hide.

It's Just That, I Know How You're Unhappy A Lot. And, Maybe It Doesn't Help Anything, But I Wanted You To Know That I'm Always Here. I Won't Ever Let You Down―i Promise That You Can Always Count On Me. Wow, That Does Sound Corny. But You Know That, Right? That I Would Never, Ever Hurt You?" "yeah Jake. I Know That. And I Already Do Count On You, Probably More Than You Know.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

It Was Amazing How Instantaneously The Choking Fear Vanished, Amazing How Suddenly The Feeling Of Security Washed Over Me - Even Before I Was Off The Street - As Soon As I Heard His Voice.

What Do I Look Like? The Wizard Of Oz? You Need A Brain? You Need A Heart? Go Ahead, Take Mine. Take Everything I Have.