Okay... That's still blind-making.
Which was worse: a friend with brain damage, or one who despised you?
Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan
Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.