I’m Sorry Ma’am,” I Said. Really, I

Then, His Struggles Stopped. His Eyes Stared At Me, Stunned, And His Lips Parted, Almost Into A Smile, Albeit A Grisly And Pained One. "that’s What I Was Supposed To Say..." He Gasped Out. Those Were His Last Words.

Dont Worry, Roza, I'm Not Afraid. I'll Take Whatever Heat They Give Me Over Being With You. It's Worth It.

Is He Having A Party?" "dorian Is A Sociable King. He Likes Keeping People Around Him, Mostly So He Can Mock Them.

When I Talked To Him Earlier, He Said He Had To Work Tonight,” Peter Explained, “but That We Should Go Ahead And Draw For Him.” “draw?” I Asked Uneasily. “oh Lord. Tell Me It’s Not Pictionary Night Too.” Peter Sighed Wearily. “draw For Secret Santas. Do You Even Read The E-mails I Send?” “secret Santas? Seems Like We Just Did That,” I Said. “yeah, A Year Ago,” Said Peter. “just Like We Do Very Christmas.

The Future Is Always Changing. If We Had No Choices, There'd Be No Point In Living.