You Speak As If A War Were

As Long As You Like Me The Best. And You Think I’m Good-looking—sort Of. I’m Prepared To Be Annoyingly Persistent.

He Put His Cold Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Fixed His Golden Eyes On Mine. "would You Please Tell Me What You're Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

Stop Being So… Optimistic. It’s Getting On My Nerves.

I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me.

Uncle Jeb," We Croaked In Surprise. "you Found Us." "well, Now," He Said, And His Gruff Voice Brought Back A Hundred Memories. "well, Now, Here's A Pickle.