Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.

You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home

Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.

Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.

It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.

Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.