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I Stopped. She Was Bleeding After All. Perfect Lines Crossed Her Wrists, Not Near Any Crucial Veins, But Enough To Leave Wet Red Tracks Across Her Skin. She Hadn;t Hit Her Veins When She Did This; Death Hadn't Been Her Goal.

What Hope Is There?" I Asked. "if Even Angels Fall, What Hope Is There For The Rest Of Us?

Sydney Spent A Lot Of Time On My Bed These Days. Unfortunately, It Wasn't With Me.

For Every Bad Thing In Life, There Are More Good Things To Tip The Balance.

I Don't Know, But I Think It's Going To Be Good.