“And then they kiss.Slowly, gently.Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.”

“Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.”

“He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.”

“Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.”

“WE We feel the heat, and for a moment, We believe! Life is back. But this heat is intense, not gentle. Not submissive but searing. Painful. We moan, scream, Our face cracking like gunfire... like a whip. Thirty-five, one hundred. One hundred! ONE HUNDRED! The fire consumes our wooden host. It burns, breaks, explodes. Releases Our remaining souls to travel to Our final resting places. Or. To find new places to hide. And wait. Touch me.”

“Because if you don't have at least one person believing in you, then there's not much reason to give a shit about anything.”

“Janies lips part in surprise. She takes it. Feels really strange about opening it in front of him. She wets her lips and examines the box and the ribbon that surounds it. "Thank you." She says softly. "Um..." He clears his throat, "The gift, see is actually inside the box. The box is like an extra bonus gift.It's how we do things here on planet Earth.”