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No," He Said, Voice Thick And Husky. His Fingers Dug Into The Chair's Arms. "you'd Better Not Get Too Close." I Stopped, Laughing Softly. "you Don't Strike Me As The Assaulting Type, Mortensen." "yeah, Well, There's A First Time For Everything.

Rose? Is That You?" I Peered Behind Him. Lissa. "what Are You Doing Here?" "what Are You Doing Here?" She Asked "ladies, Ladies" He Said Teasingly. "no Need To Fight Over Me." I Glared. "we're Not.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

Wise Men Don't Need Concrete Answers. By Definition, They Need Wisdom." ~ Geraki

He Shrugged. "the Same As Any Other. It's A Way To Make People Feel Better About Themselves. Everyone Likes Feeling Special. Being Part Of An Elite Group Is A Way To Do That." "but You Weren't Part Of It?" "no Need. I Already Know I'm Special.