I Found The Candles—atrocious Air Freshening Ones

He Stepped Back And Threw His Arms Out. "i'm Always Crazy Around You Rose. Here, I'm Going To Write An Impromptu Poem For You." He Tipped His Head Back And Shouted To The Sky: "rose Is In Red But Never In Blue Sharp As A Thorn Fights Like One Too.

The Alchemists’ Beliefs Are My Beliefs,” I Say Quickly. She Arched An Eyebrow. “are They? I Would Hope Your Beliefs Would Be Your Beliefs.” I’d Never Thought About It That Way Before, But I Suddenly Hoped Desperately That Her Words Were True.

Hey Show Some Respect. They’re Real People With Names. Carla And Krissy” He Frowned. “or Was It Missy?

Yeah? What'd You Name All Those Cats?" Death, Famine, Pestilence, War, And Mr. Whiskers." You Named Your Cats After The Riders Of The Apocal--wait. Mr. Whiskers?" Well, There Are Only Four Horsemen.

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.