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You Made Your Own Jean Shorts...with A Butter Knife?

He Laced His Fingers Through Mine And Lifted My Hand To His Lips. I Had Gloves On, But He Kissed Exactly Where I Wore His Ring. “why Are You So Sweet?” I Asked, My Voice Small. My Heart Beat Rapidly, And Every Star Peeping Through The Clouds Seemed To Be Shining Just For Me. “i Don’t Think I’m That Sweet. I Mean, I Just Told You To Be Quiet. That’s One Step Away From Asking You To Wash My Laundry And Make Me A Sandwich.” “you Know What I Mean.” Seth Pressed Another Kiss To My Forehead. “i’m Sweet Because You Make It Easy To Be Sweet.

I Like You Being The Sinner You Are. -adrian Ivashkov

Oh God," I Said. "i'm Zmey's Daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, Even.

You Can't Fool Me, Comrade. You Want To Put On A Cowboy Hat And Keep Lawless Bank Robbers In Line.'' "no Time. I Have Enough Trouble Keeping You In Line.