LOVE IS MY FOOD With all my good intention enemy rise up against me. I follow what the bible says, to love God and love my neighbor, these I did, yet my neighbors pick me as enemy. But I won't desist from doing well and focus my love ...
Bobby got lost in the music and the alcohol. His gut didn't hurt quite so much. “Bobby,” Booker yelled, coming through the front door, his voice echoing in the nearempty room. “What happened to you, man? You look all in.
She said that he's hurt me more than any person in my life and I shouldn't let him back in so easily.” Wow. ... Do you have any idea how hard that is to find? ... They didn't care about what I was trying to do.
With the first finger, I say, “Do you eat every day?” Everybody says, “Yes, I eat every day.” “Perfect,” I say. “Do you sleep every day?” “Oh yes, I sleep every day.” “Okay, that's perfect. Do you go to the bathroom every day?
I want to know every single detail,” Raine continued, as if Marnie hadn't spoken at all. “I don't care what the official report says. That's just a lousy piece of paper with a bunch of words I don't feel a connection to.
“That's all right, darling.” “Tony, do you love me?” “Oh yes, Cam.” “I love you, too, Tony.” Not far away Crane heard the sound of a boat being rowed. The oarlocks grated and the oars made a sucking noise in the water.