happy all life for ever

He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell so good.” “Oh, yeah,” I said, smirking. “I call this new perfume ‘Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.’ ” “Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.

Gazzy: "Just Ten?" Angel: "No." Gazzy: "Five?" Angel: "No.

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.

Why was the blind guy playing with matches, you ask? Because he's good at it. Anything to do with fire, igniting things, exploding things, things with fuses, wicks, accelerants . . . Iggy's your man. It's one of those good/bad things.

So the first thing we're gonna do," I told him, "is push you off the roof.

You really are a scary man,no really! If I had boots I would be quaking in them.