Hours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty. He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features; it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own.
Karen Marie MoningNobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons
Karen Marie MoningA fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.
Karen Marie Moning