She Cleans A Toilet Inside

I Could Get You To Smile Like That, And Without Sales Tax.

What Little Light Was Left Inside Me Flickered Out.

Is Everything A Joke To You?” I Asked. He Dabbed His Tongue To His Lip Again. “not Everything.” “like What?” “you.

Quit Calling Me Grey. It Makes Me Sound Like I’m A Boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “dorian Who?” I Sighed. “just Think Up Something Else. Plain Old Nora Works Too, You Know.” “sure Thing, Gumdrop.” I Grimaced. “i Take That Back. Let’s Stick With Grey.

Patch’s Eyes Were Black Orbs. Taking In Everything And Giving Away Nothing.