Bones Tell Me The Story

I Work With The Dead, But I Am Working For The Living.

Fine. Everybody Wears Seatbelts. No Radio. No Distractions.” Ben Shot Hi A Stern Look. “no Running Commentary.” “your Loss,” Hi Said. “to The Pimp Ride!

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So Much Fluffier Than Mine.” He Took A Giant Whiff. “why Does Everything Girlie Smell So Delightful?” “because We Acknowledge The Importance Of Basic Hygiene. And Periodically Clean Our Bathrooms.” “brilliant. I Should Write That Down. After All, It Takes A Village.

I Hated Myself For Needing Him At Such Times, For Craving His Strength Whenever I Felt Upset.

High School Popularity Is So Fickle.