That's Kind Of Creepy.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

During Our Session, I Told Tove About How I'd Done Mind-speak On Duncan, But It Only Worked When I Was Irritated. Using That Logic,tove Spent Most Of The Morning Trying To Irritate Me Into Using It. Sometimes It Worked, But Most Of The Time I Just Got Pointlessly Annoyed.

You Can Bite Me If You Want. I Want You To.

Just Because We Don't Understand Why They'd Cover Up Something Doesn't Mean They Aren't," Bobby Said, And We Both Turned To Look At Him. "now You Just Sound Paranoid," I Said. "just Because You're Paranoid Doesn't Mean They're Not After You," Bobby Said With An Expression So Serious That I Couldn't Help But Laugh.

You Could Kill Me, Alice, He Looked At Me Seriously. That's How Much You Mean To Me. As Foolish And Masochistic As That Makes Me, You Are So Much To Me That Even If It Destroys Me To Be With You, I'll Be With You!