I nod and take her in my arms, wrapping my fingers around the stake to remove it as I set her face in my neck, "At the count of three, bite me, okay? It'll be over soon."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Remember: the plot is nothing more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. — Ray Bradbury