I Wish I Could Say

Nick As In My Former Boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, Ex-boyfriend, Ex-alive If I Ever Got Hold Of Him Nick.

Sure, It Was Nice Now, But Eventually There Would Be Running And Screaming And Blood On The Floor.

Maybe I Could Be Friends With A Ghost. I Wouldn’t Be Able To Kill Him.

Tell Me Where You Want It,” I Said. Minias Drew Back, His Purple Robes Shifting About His Ankles. “you’re Asking Me?” “well, Unless You Want A Big R On Your Forehead.

Did Something Happen To The Sanctity Of Your Church Again?" My Eye Twitched. "newt Broke It So She Could Look In My Closet." Again.