Sheep. I'm Stuck In A Boarding School

She's No Beauty, Mate

Beauty, Grace, And Charm My Foot. It's A School For Sadists With Good Tea-serving Skills.

Writers Are Also Sort Of Like Vultures, But With Fewer Ethics.

Reason Was For Suckers And Presbyterians.

He Smiles Sadly. "now I Know My Destiny." "what Is It?" "this." He Draws Me In To Him In A Kiss. His Lips Are Warm. He Pulls Me Tighter In His Embrace. The Roots Sigh And Release Their Hold On My Waist And The Wound In My Side Is Healed. "kartik," I Cry, Kissing His Cheeks. "it's Let Me Go." "that's Good," He Says. He Makes A Small Cry. His Back Arches, And Every Muscle In His Body Tightens.