Your Mine, Angel. And I Won't Let

Rollover Minutes Don’t Work With Curfews.

Cheshvan Starts Tonight," Rixon Said, "what Are You Doing Arsing Around In A Graveyard?" "thinking." "thinking?" "a Process By Which I Use My Brain To Make A Rational Decision.

A Girl Could Lather Up In Soap Like That.

The Antique, Almost Primitive Band He Held Between His Fingers Caught The Sunlight, Glinting Silver. “i Found This Ring Shortly After I Was Banished From Heaven. I Kept It To Remind Myself Of How Endless My Sentence Was, How Eternal One Small Choice Can Be. I’ve Kept It A Long Time. I Want You To Have It. You Broke My Suffering. You’ve Given Me A New Eternity. Be My Girl, Nora. Be My Everything."

I'm Not The Distraction In The Room.' 'oh? And What Might Be?' -nora & Patch (pg 242)