But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?
The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. "Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.
Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.
So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?
I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.
My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix him. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.