Words were one of the most powerful forces knownโ or unknownโ to man. The Most High had created this world with His words. And humans, who had been fashioned in His image, could direct the entire course of their lives with their words, their mouths as the rudder on a ship, as the bridle on a horse. They produced with their words. They destroyed with their words.
Gena ShowalterYou again,โ she said, and she did not sound happy. โI know,โ the warrior replied with a heartfelt sigh. โYouโre so lucky to see me twice in one day. Youโre honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Letโs just move on, shall we. I donโt handle fawning very well.
Gena ShowalterUm i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.
Gena ShowalterWhat's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!
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