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Coffee Or Orange Juice?” “water Is Fine.” His Eyebrows Went Up. “uh-oh,” Auriele Said, But She Was Smiling. Darryl Was Not. “are You Implying That My Coffee Is Not The Best In Four Counties? Or My Fresh-squeezed Orange Juice Is Less Than Perfect?

During My Last Year Of College I Wrote The Same Ten Pages Over And Over Again. Those Ten Pages Became The First Few Pages Of My First Novel. I Can Still Recite The Opening Paragraph From Memory - Only Now I Cringe When I Do It Because They Are - Surprise! - A Classic Example Of Overwriting, In Addition To Being A More Than A Little Pretentious.

One Of The Oddest Things About Being Grown-up Was Looking Back At Something You Thought You Knew And Finding Out The Truth Of It Was Completely Different From What You Had Always Believed. (bone Crossed)

He Sighed. " I Don't Think An Apology Will Do, Mercy. Because An Apology Implies That You Wouldn't Do It Again. And, Under The Circumstances, You Wouldn't Do Anything Differently, Would You?" "no.

Don’t Try Threatening An Alpha. They Don’t Like It.