Survivors Lived With Their Mistakes.

Can You Stand A Little Closer?" "hmm?" "you Smell Good. I Like To Smell You.

When We Grow Up, We Lose The Talent For Loving Without Restrictions.

What Was Your Secret?" That Brought Another Smile. "learn To Laugh, Otherwise, You'll Beat Them To Death With A Hammer First Chance

I Saw You Standing On A Veranda You'd Built With Your Own Hands. And I Loved You.

What Kind Of A Maniac Needed Over Five Thousand Plates?