Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.

Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve - " "You don't even wear your heart in your chest.

Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

She just threatened to throw the next man who shoots at you out the window. Megan is awake. She offered to help. God, Trent, what is it with you and women?

Music moves society more than most people realize. In my opinion, it's a soft manipulator of influence and change.

She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.

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