You Looove Me. You Love Me This

A Lot Of Times You Get People Writing Wonderful Sentences And Paragraphs, And They Fall In Love With Their Prose Style, But The Stories Really Aren't That Terrific.

I’m Not Comfortable In This Stadium,” I Explained, Trying To Look Calm. “i Know. And You Hate Fang Looking At Those Girls. But We’re Still Having Fun, And Fang Still Loves You, And You’ll Still Save The World. Okay?

What Are We But Our Stories?

I Moved To Leave, And Dylan Actually Grabbed Me By My Shoulders. I Was So Surprised That I Forgot To Karate-chop His Elbows And Break His Arms.

Call Me Crazy, But There's Just Something Cheering About Seeing Huge Raptors Tear Into Eraser Flesh.