From The First Time I Saw You,

He Touched Her As He Usually Touched His Beloved Violin, With A Soft And Urgent Grace That Left Her Breathless.

Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk To Her, Don't Even Look At Her, Or I'll Fold You In Half So Many Times You'll Look Like A Tiny Little Origami Werewolf.

So, What Are You?" "what I Am Is Someone Who Doesn't Want You To Jump Out Of The Window. The Rest Are Details.

And Like Lambs To A Slaughter We Shall Follow.

Nothing Says 'i Love You' Like Reducing Yourself To A Smoldering Pile Of Ashes