L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre

I Thought It'd Be Something Cooler, Like A Van With 'death To Demons' Painted On The Outside.

I Thought Perhaps That When You Told Me You Did Not Love Me That My Own Feelings Would Fall Away And Atrophy, But They Have Not. They Have Grown Every Day. I Love You Now More Desperately, This Moment, Than I Have Ever Loved You Before, And In An Hour I Will Love You More Than That

Oh, I Can Never Get Enough. Which, Incidentally, Is What Your Sister Said When--

The Kitchen Was Just As Empty, Even The Refrigerator Gone, The Chairs, The Table--the Kitchen Cabinets Stood Open, Their Bare Shelves Reminder Her Of A Nursery Rhyme. She Cleared Her Throat. "what Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

Jessamine Recoiled From The Paper As If It Were A Snake. "a Lady Does Not Read The Newspaper. The Society Pages, Perhaps, Or The Theater News. Not This Filth." "but You Are Not A Lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte Began. "dear Me," Said Will. "such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.