There was no mistaking her daughter’s handwriting. And the words… “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.
Two guys jumped us on the way to get food,” Cameron answered. “Ty is like… a ninja on crack. He beat them up pretty spectacularly. Then we stole with their car.
I came to America because of the great, great freedom which I heard existed in this country. I made a mistake in selecting America as a land of freedom, a mistake I cannot repair in the balance of my lifetime.
The brave men and women, who serve their country and as a result, live constantly with the war inside them, exist in a world of chaos. But the turmoil they experience isn’t who they are; the PTSD invades their minds and bodies.
Bundy was correct in saying that most serial murderers are addicted to hardcore pornography. FBI records validate that point. Not every person exposed to obscenity will become a killer, of course, but too many will!
Vladimir leaned forward. “Never dilute vodka. Is sin.
Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie’s words.
“You’re not like them. You’re my McSailor.
Take it all, all of it!” Greg cried out. “These things here…I’ve been making them better, fixing them. It doesn’t matter…they don’t matter. I’ve been here before.” He paused to try to collect himself. “It’s my past, my present…these things–” He lifted a hand out to the objects around him. “These things are me.” Now whispering, “Can’t you see me?
Progress belongs to the Askers; the smarter the question, the lesser the guessing.
Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma