I Found The Candles—atrocious Air Freshening Ones

Shouldn't That Be Flipped Right-side Up?" I Asked. "no," She Said, Eyes On The Cards. After Several Moments Of Heavy Silence, Said, "you Will Destroy That Which Is Undead." I Waited About Thirty Seconds For Her To Continue, But She Didn't. "wait, That's It?" She Nodded. "that's What The Cards Say To Me.

My Mother Wasnʹt Sleeping With Anybody. She Doesnʹt Even Sleep With My Father.

What Happened, Then? You're Stomping Through Every Puddle You Can Find And Look Like You're Going To Punch The First Person You See." "why Are You Hanging Around, Then? Aren't You Worried About Getting Hit?" "aw, You'd Never Hurt Me. My Face Is Too Pretty

Poor Martin. Geek Or No, Committing His Soul To Eternal Damnation Was A Helluva Price To Pay For Six Minutes.

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.