There Is No Cash In Battling Evil:

Sometimes Broken People Stay Broken.

Heart Turned To Me, His Face Thought­ful. “yes­ter­day Morn­ing. Yes, That Means That Daphne Hadn’t Been Home For Two Days Be­fore That.” He Smiled At Me. “you Were Sup­posed To Be The Al­pha’s Eye Can­dy.” Adam Laughed. “what?” I Asked Him. “you Don’t Think I’d Be Good Eye Can­dy?” I Looked Down At My Over­alls And Grease-​stained Hands. I’d Torn An­oth­er Nail To The Quick. “hon­ey Is Eye Can­dy,” Said Ben Apolo­get­ical­ly. “you’re . . . Just You.” “mine,” Said Adam, Edg­ing Be­tween Heart And Me. “mine Is What She Is.

Bran Was Stripping Her Futon Down To The Bare Mattress When She Entered Her Apartment. It Was Sort Of Like Watching The President Mowing The White House Lawn Or Taking Out The Trash.

Coffee Or Orange Juice?” “water Is Fine.” His Eyebrows Went Up. “uh-oh,” Auriele Said, But She Was Smiling. Darryl Was Not. “are You Implying That My Coffee Is Not The Best In Four Counties? Or My Fresh-squeezed Orange Juice Is Less Than Perfect?

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