“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with questionable taste in men?” — Parker Blue Copy Share Image
“All he said was, "Hi," but to me, it sounded like a whole lot more. Like, I'm soooo glad to see you. Like, you… — Parker Blue Copy Share Image
“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with… — Parker Blue Copy Share Image
“As we headed out toward the parking lot, Dan said "Why don't we take the truck? It's less conspicuous." He had a point. With… — Parker Blue Copy Share Image
