I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.

You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?

Keep this in mind: there are no coincidences.

Total?" I called. He looked up alertly, then ran over to me, small pink tongue hanging out. Total?" I said when he was close. "Can you talk?" He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. "Yeah. So?" Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?

the next morning, fang and i broke up. now let me get this strait, i broke up with him. a split second after he broke up with me.

You mean other than the wings? I once ate nine snicker bars in a row without barfing. It was a record.

I never miss a good chance to shut up