What Are You?" I Rasped. It Smiled.

You Are The Devil To Talk To, Rachel," He Said Curtly. "will You Shut Up And Listen?

Al's Voice Was Faint But Resolute. "stand Up. Try To Look Sexy." "in A Bedsheet?" I Complained, Running My Hands Down It. "how Can I Look Sexy In A Bedsheet?" He Cleared His Throat, And I Grimaced. "never Mind.

No, You Just Keep Crashing My Life. Look—" I Said, And Al Grunted. "here It Comes," The Demon Muttered. "listen. Listen To This, Runt. She's Going To Have A List.

There Is Black. There Is White. Gray Is A Cowardly Excuse To Mix Our Wants With Our Needs.

I Sighed. "and What Am I To You, Al?" "my Maid," He Said Brightly. "shall We Do This?