If I'm Writing And A Chapter Isn't

What Are We But Our Stories?

I Don't Think Of Myself As A Writer.

And I Think That Everything In Life Is Kind Of Unreal, Isn't It?

The House Was On Fire," I Greeted Them Tersely. "in Case You're Interested." They Both Glanced Up Overhead As If To Make Sure The House Was Still Standing. Fang Sniffed, Smelling The Smoke. It's Out, Right?" He Said

I Choose You, Max. -fang