No One Was Normal, Not Really.

You Managed To Get Him A Duster, But You Couldn't Find Me A Pair Of Jeans?

You Kill Me, Rose," He Said Melodramatically. "every Day Is Agony Without You. Empty. Alone. I Pine For You, Wondering If You're Even Still Alive.

A Gun. I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought.

What’s Going On?” He Demanded. “the Usual, Old Man,” I Replied Cheerily. “danger, Insane Plans... You Know, The Stuff That Runs In Our Family.

Mistress, I Have Never Asked Anything Of You In My Servitude. But Now, I Beg You This: Do Not Make Me Keep Passing These Adolescent Sentiments Back And Forth All Night.