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Sex Was Never As Neat As The Movies Made It. Real Sex Was Messy. Good Sex Was Messier.

Theresa Strode Over To Us In A Swish Of Cloth. "enough Of This, Animator. He Can't Do It, So He Pays The Price. Either Leave Now, Or Join Us At Our...feast." Are You Having Rare Who-roast-beast?" I Asked. What Are You Talking About?" It's From Dr. Seuss, How The Grinch Stole Christmas. You Know The Part, 'and They'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They Would Feast On Who-pudding And Rare Who-roast-beast.'" You Are Crazy." So I've Been Told.

Do You Really Have The Ability To Control All Types Of Undead?" Magnus Asked. "can You Really Make A Hundred Shoes In A Single Night?" I Asked. Magnus Smiled. "wrong Kind Of Fairie.

Every Relationship Is Messed Up. What Makes It Really Perfect Is If You Still Want To Be There When Things Suck.

It's Good Not To Be The Only Girl In The Fight For Once.