A friend of mine once defined love as finding someone you can talk to late into the night

Part 3 BACK TO SCHOOL (THE NORMAL KIND)

That machine took my money!' I said. 'I must have revenge!

When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished.

I took a bite of cookie and chewed. “Hmmm,” I said, trying not to spit crumbs. “Clear vanilla notes, too-sweet chocolate chips, distinct flavor of brown sugar. A decent cookie, not spectacular. Still, a good-hearted cookie, not pretentious.” I turned to Fang. “What say you?” “It’s fine.” Some people just don’t have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.

You could have gotten a car with GPS," Total said helpfully. Yes," I said "Or we could have brought along a dog that doesn't talk." I gave Angel a pointed look, and she smiled, well, angelically, at me. Total huffed, offended at me and climbed into her lap.

"So you have your price."... "Your soul for a cookie."