She Couldn’t Very Well Let Him Join

Good Lord, Woman. Didn’t Anyone Ever Tell You That Men Have A Specified Word Count Set Aside Each Day And If I Don’t Stop Talking, My Tongue Will Explode? (syn)

What Are You? (zarek) I’m A Nymph. (astrid) I Hope You Just Left An Important Syllable Off That Word, Princess. (zarek)

You Know The Saying, Don’t Kill The Messenger? Hold That Thought Really, Really Close To Your Hearts. (hermes)

And You, My Best Friend On Earth, My Soul Sister Who Shares Chunky Monkey Scoops And Beefcake E-mails At The Drop Of A Hat, The Woman Who Made Me Wear A Frothy, Ruffled Lime-colored Bridesmaid Dress That Added Fifteen Pounds To My Hips, Are Going To Spill Your Guts To Me, Aren’t You? (sunshine) No Fair And The Dress Wasn’t Lime, It Was Mint. (selena) It Was Lime-icky Green And I Looked Like A Sick Pistachio. (sunshine)

(he Glared At Them While It Rang And Rang And Rang. Grimacing At The Delay, Nick Glanced Toward Kody.) “do Necromancers Not Have Voice Mail?” – Nick