When Was The Last Good Kiss You

He Just Waited Until I Stopped Talking And Said, 'jesus, Kid, You're Almost A Detective. All You Need Now Is A Gun, A Gut, And Three Ex-wives. So What's Your Theory?

Maybe This Time She Wanted To Be Found, And To Be Found By Me.

Don't Worry. Worry Is Useless. I Worried Anyway

If He Is Anything Other Than A Total Gentleman, I’m Going To Gouge His Eyes Out.” “so You’re Into It.” “withholding Judgment! When Can I See You?” “certainly Not Until You Finish An Imperial Affliction.” I Enjoyed Being Coy. “then I’d Better Hang Up And Start Reading.” “you’d Better,” I Said, And The Line Clicked Dead Without Another Word. Flirting Was New To Me, But I Liked It.

You Can't Just Make Yourself Matter And Then Die, Alaska, Because Now I Am Irretrievably Different.