If Something Isn't Special, Then

The Wounded Recognized The Wounded.

"it Doesn't Matter How Long It Takes." She Thought Of Him, Of Them, The Lifetime Already Shared. "it's How Long It Lasts."

Can You Stand A Little Closer?" "hmm?" "you Smell Good. I Like To Smell You.

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.

Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.