That's What I Was Supposed To Say.

I Pulled Out Box After Box, Setting Them Haphazardly Around The Room. My Organization Lacked Something - Like, Say, Organization.

He's Been Out For A While," She Said. "you Ready To Take A Break?" Hopper Could Exist In This Living Form Or Be Transformed Into A Small Statue, Which Helped Avoid Uncomfortable Questions When People Came By. Only She Could Transform Him Though. "yeah. He Keeps Trying To Eat My Paints. And I Don't Want Him To Watch Me Kiss You Goodbye.

Adrian Opened His Mouth, Undoubtedly Ready With Some Inappropriate And Mocking Comment. Lissa Gave Him A Sharp Headshake That Kept Him Quiet. "aren't There Any, I Don't Know, Sleeveless Options?" The Saleswoman's Eyes Widened. "no One Has Ever Worn Straps To A Funeral. It Wouldn't Be Right." "what About Shorts?" Asked Adrian. "are They Okay If They're With A Tie? Because That's What I Was Gonna Go With." The Woman Looked Horrified.

Sometimes Talking To You Is Like Talking To Myself: Pretty Damned Annoying.

I Don't Believe In Soul Mates, Not Exactly. I Think It's Ridiculous To Think There's Only One Person Out There For Us. What If Your 'soul Mate' Lives In Zimbabwe? What If He Dies Young? I Also Think 'two Souls Becoming One' Is Ridiculous. You Need To Hold On To Yourself. But I Do Believe In Souls Being In Sync, Souls That Mirror Each Other.