The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.