I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect

And After Awhile Of This My Brain And My Body And Every Single Inch Of Me That Was Alive Was Flooded With The Feeling That I Was Starving, Starving For Edmond. And What A Coincidence, That Was The Feeling I Loved Best In The World.

This Was What Happiness Felt Like - This Wondrous, Miraculous Alternative To Dread.

Staying Alive Was What We Did To Pass The Time.

I Guess The Difference Between Gin And Me Is That When Gin Got Shut In The Barn She Thought Edmond Didn't Love Her Anymore But Because I Could Feel Edmond Out There Somewhere Always Loving Me I Didn't Have To Howl All Night.

Such A Courageous Boy I Was. To Act Brazenly Under Scrutiny And Risk Further Injury To My Wounded Heart. Ah, The Resilience, The Blind, Dumb Persistence Of Youth.