I read somewhere they only have to go once a week.

Those rabbits stopped fighting the system, because it was easier to take the loss of freedom, to forget what it was like before the fence kept them in, than to be out there in the...

Miss Vida” Liam said “has anyone never told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?”She glared at him.”Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?””That is...

I knew I wasn’t making sence, but I couldn’t seem to connect my thoughts to my tongue. That feeling… How did you tell someone that?

If I wasn’t the same person I had been six years ago, how could I expect her to be?

I can’t–I can’t think about anything or anyone else,” he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. “I can’t think straight when you’re around. I can’t sleep. It feels like I can’t...

That is physically impossible,” Chubs groused. “He’d be–“”Actually,” Liam began, “Cole once did try to–What?””Oh, I’m sorry,” Chubs said, “apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.