Her Killer Wrote A Note On That

Make A Life With Me, One That Comes From Love, One That I Can Watch Grow In You. Only A Fool Would Believe That What Comes From What We Have Together Would Be Anything But Beautiful.

Why Is It You Think You'll Live Forever And Why Do You Want To, I'd Like To Know, When You Deny Yourselves So Many Of The Basic Pleasures In Life?

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

And Each Book Has To Receive Your Best Effort Every Single Time. No Slacking.

Roarke: You'd Enjoy Flying More If You'd Learn The Controls. Eve: I'd Rather Pretend I'm On The Ground. Roarke: And How Many Vehicles Have You Wrecked, Had Blown Up, Or Destroyed In The Last, Oh, Two Years? Eve: Think About That, Then Imagine It Happening When I'm At The Wheel At Thirty Thousand Feet. Roarke: Good Point. I'll Do The Flying.