What's So Funny 'bout Peace, Love, And

Tell Me Again What We're Doing Here," I Said, Running A Continuous Scan Of Our Surroundings. Fang Popped Some Cracker Jack Into His Mouth. "we're Here To Watch Manly Men Do Manly Things." I Followed Fang's Line Of Sight: He Was Watching The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, Who Were Not Doing Manly Things, By Any Stretch Of The Imagination.

I Was Always A Good Student, But I Didn't Read That Much Until I Was 18 And I Was Working My Way Through College.

I Hate You!” I Screamed At Fang. Tucking My Wings In, I Aimed Downward, Diving Toward The Ground At More Than Two Hundred Miles An Hour. “no You Dooonnn’t!” Fang’s Voice Spiraled Away Into Nothingness, Far Above Me. Inside My Head, Almost Drowned Out By The Roar Of Wind Rushing By My Ears, I Heard The Voice Make A Tsking Sound. You Guys Are Crazy About Each Other, It Said.

Where Was The Catch? 'cause I Knew One Was Coming.

You'll See, Jαne,' He Promised Her. 'you'll Forget Me, αnd It Won't Hurt Tomorrow. Besides, You Sαid It Yourself: Love Meαns You Cαn Never Be αpαrt. So We'll Never Be αpαrt, Jαne, Becαuse I Love You So Much. I'll αlwαys, αlwαys Love You.