I Don't Want To Be Famous Per

Have You Tried?" Tove Countered, His Eyes Sparkling. "well...no," I Admitted. "do It." "how?" He Shrugged. "figure It Out." "you're Really Good At This Training Thing," I Said With A Sigh.

When You Mix Dirt With Water, The Dirt Doesn't Get Clean. The Water Just Gets Dirty.

In Case You Haven't Noticed, I'm A Lover Not A Fighter.

You Know Something?" He Lifted His Head, And When He Turned To Me, He Had This Strange Look In His Eyes. Almost As If He Was Really Seeing Me For The First Time. "i Don't Think I Ever Really Lived Until This. I've Never Done Anything That Mattered Before, But Now I'm Fighting To Save My Life, And Yours. And I Know It Sounds Really Cheesy And Lame, But I Don't Think I Ever Really Felt Alive. Not Until I Met You.

You Really Do Hate Me, Don't You? I Mean, Destroying Someone's Ice-cream Cone? That's Vicious." Her Cheeks Reddened. "i Didn't See You There. Honestly." She Wiped At His Shirt More Frantically, As If She Could Prevent It From Staining If She Rubbed Hard Enough. "oh, Now I See Your Plan, And It's Far More Devious Than I Thought." Daniel Smirked. "you Were Looking For An Excuse To Grope Me.