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Down The Road A Bit, I Would Like To Write A Couple Of Stand-alone Adult Novels, Especially In The Horror Genre. I've Got Lots Of Things Up My Sleeve.

I Don't Give A Crap If You're A Tangent Or A Really Smart Llama. You're My Friend And That's All That Matters

Yeah, You're A Regular Mozart...well, Except For The Whole Music Thing.

Kill Me!" And Then Newt's Eyes Cleared, As If He'd Gained One Last Trembling Gasp Of Sanity, And His Voice Softened. "please, Tommy. Please." With His Heart Falling Into A Black Abyss, Thomas Pulled The Trigger.

He Pulled The Envelope Out Of His Pocket And Ripped It Open, Then Took Out The Slip Of Paper. The Soft Lights That Ringed The Mirror Lit Up The Message In A Warm Glow. It Was Two Short Sentences: " Kill Me. If You've Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.