Reviews? I'm really not satisfied with this at all, but it's due tomorrow.
I should really stop procrastinating.
"Oh, God, Dylan-don't," I found myself pleading. "It's just-enough. Enough already."
Dylan stopped. Just like that. "Okay, Max."
He looked at me, then at Fang, then at the doctor.
Then he plunged the needle into his own arm.
Posted on May 3, 2010 at 6:30am — 1 Comment