Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.

It's not big," Veck said, "but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

You are perfect for a female." "Not where I come from." "Then they're using the wrong standard.