Slushes. Do You Know How Much I

What's That?" He Asked, When I Stood Beside Him Again. "halos," I Said With A Grin. "for Heavenly Creatures Like Us." "that Might Be A Stretch.

You Did Not Just Say That. I Have A Feeling We're On The Verge Of Hugging And Coming Up With Cute Nicknames For Each Other.

What, Are You Doing? Aside From Getting Your Sandwich Cold." "i’m Making A Snow Angel. Don’t You Know What That Is?" "yes, I Know. But Why? You Must Be Freezing." "not So Much, Actually. My Face Is A Little, I Guess.

Well, She Was Talking To Me. That's Enough To Make Anyone Lose Their Temper. And I Accused Her Of Sleeping With My Dad Because He Was The Soundest Evolutionary Choice.

Look Who's Calling The Cauldron Black." "kettle. It’s A Kettle. Get Your Metaphors Right." "that Wasn’t A Metaphor. It Was A, You Know..." He Stared Off Into Space, Blinking. "one Of Those Things That’s Symbolic Of Another Thing. But Isn’t The Same Thing. Just Like It." "you Mean A Metaphor?" "no! It’s Like A Story...like...a Proverb! That’s It." "i’m Pretty Sure That Wasn’t A Proverb. Maybe It Was An Analogy." "i Don’t Think So.