When Someone Is Close By, You Just

You’re Disgusting When You Eat,” Chuck Said, Sitting On The Bench Next To Him. “it’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

It Was You And Me, Tom. We Did This To Them. To Us.

Wonder Why We Can Do This,' He Called Out With His Mind. The Mental Effort Of Speaking To Her Was Already Straining—he Felt A Headache Forming Like A Bulge In His Brain. 'maybe We Were Lovers,' Teresa Said. Thomas Tripped And Crashed To The Ground. Smiling Sheepishly At Minho, Who’d Turned To Look Without Slowing, Thomas Got Back Up And Caught Up To Him. 'what?' He Finally Asked. He Sensed A Laugh From Her, A Watery Image Full Of Color.

We'll Start Firing Till They Drop Or We Drop.

Yeah, You're A Regular Mozart...well, Except For The Whole Music Thing.