She couldn’t picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish...Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.
Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do yo… - Regina Doman
Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do yo…
- Regina Doman
The sense of danger made her lift up her head higher. There were battles coming. But life was meant to be a battle, wasn't it? There was nothing to f… - Regina Doman
The sense of danger made her lift up her head higher. There were battles coming. But life was meant to be a battle, wasn't it? There was nothing to f…
Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here. - Regina Doman
Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.
My parents reverted to their Catholic faith through the charismatic renewal, so I was raised charismatic. - Regina Doman
My parents reverted to their Catholic faith through the charismatic renewal, so I was raised charismatic.
The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general. - Regina Doman
The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general.
His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see. - Regina Doman
His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.
I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' … - Regina Doman
I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' …
It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every eveni… - Regina Doman
It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every eveni…
Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework ass… - Regina Doman
Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework ass…
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