Thoughts Of The Girl Crashed Around His

You’re Disgusting When You Eat,” Chuck Said, Sitting On The Bench Next To Him. “it’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

I Don't Think Anything's More Rewarding Than Hearing That You've Helped Someone Gain A Love Of Reading.

I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

Dude, You Tried To Slice My You-know-what's Off!" Thomas Laughed, Something That He Hadn't Done In A Long Time. He Welcomed It Happily. "too Bad I Didn't. Could've Saved The World From Future Little Minhos.