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I Wasn't Crying, My Eyes Were Running. My Eyes Were Running Because There Were Pieces Of Zombies All Over My Toys. Jesus.

Death Is The Last Intimate Thing We Ever Do.

She Was Just That Shiver That Makes You Walk Faster At Night. You Don't Know Why You Do It, But Some Part Of You Remembers That The Dark Is Never Really Empty. ~anita

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Vampire Hunters: Good Ones And Dead Ones.

Anita Can Speak For Herself," Richard Said. Jean-claude's Attention Flicked Back To Me. "that Is Certainly True. But I Came To See How The Two Of You Enjoyed The Play." "and Pigs Fly," I Said. "you Don't Believe Me?" "not Hardly," I Said.