Despite His Cynical Exterior, He Had A

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.

Your Wit Is Always Such A Delight, Mr. Zeklos. I Can Barely Contain Myself Around It.

Tradition Or Not, I Sometimes Thought Putting Children On An Old Guy’s Lap Was Already Creepy Enough. We Didn’t Need To Mix Alcohol Into It.

When I Talked To Him Earlier, He Said He Had To Work Tonight,” Peter Explained, “but That We Should Go Ahead And Draw For Him.” “draw?” I Asked Uneasily. “oh Lord. Tell Me It’s Not Pictionary Night Too.” Peter Sighed Wearily. “draw For Secret Santas. Do You Even Read The E-mails I Send?” “secret Santas? Seems Like We Just Did That,” I Said. “yeah, A Year Ago,” Said Peter. “just Like We Do Very Christmas.

It Won't Be That Simple Though, Will It?' She Sounded Wise Beyond Her Years. 'things Are Going To Get Worse Before They Get Better, Aren't They?