Some Truths Are Truths, No Matter Who

We Are None Of Us Perfect, And...we Learn To Take These Imperfections And Make Them Only A Small Part Of Who We Are

Not That I'd Really Been Planning On Keeping The Attack Secret; It Had Just Been An Option I'd Wanted To Keep Open If I Could.

Over The Years, She'd Learned Not To Question Him To Closely—mostly Because He Wouldn't Answer Her.

Baking Is Like Washing--the Results Are Equally Temporary.

"can't Sleep With A Dead Man In My Closet." "you Killed Someone?" Asked Ben With Interest.