Sydney, This Is The Kind

Good God. Men Everywhere.

You Forgot Another Lesson: Never Turn Your Back Until You Know Your Enemy Is Dead. Looks Like We’ll Have To Go Over The Lesson Again The Next Time I See You—which Will Be Soon. Love, D.

What Matters Is That Someone—that You—know Me That Well. When A Person Can See Into Your Soul, It's Hard. It Forces You To Be Open. Vulnerable. It's Much Easier Being With Someone Who's Just More Of A Casual Friend.

Couldn't Lissa Have Healed That Black Eye Away?" "its A Badge Of Honor. Makes Me Seem Manly.

Oh, So That's Why You're Up Here. For A Pity Party." "this Isn't A Joke. I'm Serious." I Could Tell Lissa Was Getting Angry. It Was Trumping Her Earlier Distress. He Shrugged And Leaned Casually Against The Sloping Wall. "so Am I. I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought The Hats. What Do You Want To Mope About First? How It's Going To Take You A Whole Day To Be Popular And Loved Again? How You'll Have To Wait A Couple Weeks Before Hollister Can Ship Out Some New Clothes? If You Spring For Rush Shipping, It Might Not Be So Long.