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I Think Judy Blume, Stephen King, And Dean Koontz Are The Three Authors Responsible For My Being Where I Am Today. I Owe Them A Lot.

If You're Going To Decipher A Hidden Code From A Complex Set Of Different Mazes, I'm Pretty Sure You Need A Girl's Brain Running The Show.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

I've Always Had High Ambitions And Aspirations.