Oh For The Sweet Humpin' Love Of

Al Was Looking At Me In Disbelief. “not Your Lover?” “no.” “but He Is Rachel Candy,” Al Said, His Confusion Too Honest To Be Faked.

See, This Was Why I Liked Coffee. You Couldn’t Screw Up Making Coffee. Even The Bad Stuff Was Good.

I Frowned, Wondering If Trent Would Mind Being The Size Of A Fairy For A Day. He Could Talk To The Newest Tenants In His Garden.

One Person Can't Hold Anything, But Two Can Have The World.

Sure, It Was Nice Now, But Eventually There Would Be Running And Screaming And Blood On The Floor.