Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.

Because everything worth having hurts.

Larry is back in town...The wedding is set for October. Tammy is threatening to have me in the wedding. Some friends they are.

Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket.

Compromise is an imperfect act.