I stop in a moment. A breath frozen in time...
Unbridled passion, it was a deep-seated desire that he could not control and it rocked every cell in his body. He felt his hearts racing and the air catch in his throat.
I have a friend who’s name is Earl.
If you're taking something that you essentially despise and rewriting it to suit your own tastes, then does that make it F%$k You Fiction?
Let me just put my drink down here for a moment.