Its Three In The Morning,' She Noted

I Love Your Name. I Love The Sound Of It

I Would Say It Was Nice To Meet You, But The Fact Is It Wasnt. In Fact, It Was Quite Awkward.

Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,” He Whispered. The Words Of The Poem Had Never Seemed So Fitting: Forever And Ever, My Brother, Hail And Farewell.

Well, I'd Certainly Hate To Interrupt Your Pleasant Night Stroll With My Sudden Death." He Blinked. "there Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Outright Hostility, And You Seem To Have Crossed It. What's Up?

The Two Are Now Bound Inextricably. Should One Die, The Other Will Follow. No Wepon In This World Can Wound Only One Of Them