If Love Is Great, Then

Unfortunatley, Lady Of The Haven, My One True Love Remains My Self.

You Have Ruthlessness In Your Bones And Ice In Your Heart, Clarissa. Don't Tell Me Any Differently.

He's My Neophyte Downworlder To Mock And Boss Around, Not Yours.

It’s Fascinating. You Know All These Words, And They’re All English, But When You String Them Together Into Sentences, They Just Don’t Make Any Sense.

You Can’t Just Keep Grabbing At Me Every Time You See Me. It’s Not A Substitute For Actually Talking.