Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.
Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).
Unfortunately, we're using the same language to talk about the language we'retalking about.
You have to live life if you're going to create believable lives on paper.
Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.
Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.