Metaphors. This Was The Cost Of Making

I Looked At You... And Saw Your Goodness, Your Hope, And Your Faith. Those Are What Make You Beautiful. So, So Beautiful. So It Was't My Hair?

Since When Do We Even Play Games?” “since When Don’t We Play Games? Games Of Life, Games Of Death. Games Of Love, Of Hope, Of Chance, Of Despair, And Of All The Myriad Wonders In Between.” I Rolled My Eyes At The Newcomer. “hello, Carter.

Behaviors And Feelings Rarely Line Up

And So, Surpassing My Own Records For Dangerous, Reckless Behavior, I Ripped Off Sonya's Bracelet. "i'm Rose Hathaway.

What's Your Name?" What?" I Asked, Squinting At The Light. Your Name." I Reconized Dr. Olendzki Peering Over Me. You Know My Name." I Want You To Tell Me." Rose. Rose Hathaway." Do You Know Your Birthday?" Of Course I Do. Why Are You Asking Me Such Stupid Things? Did You Lose My Records?" Dr. Olendzki Gave An Exasperated Sigh And Walked Off, Taking The Annoying Light With Her. "i Think She's Fine.