I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then...he told me not to do it again.The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.I don't understand. My parents taught me to. She sighed “Shit, I don’t think this would be so hard.” She looked down at her hands again and then back at him. “Open your hand?” she asked.Marty opened his hand, and she placed a ring in it. His hand tingled where the ring sat. He pulled it closer and picked it up with his left hand. He looked at the ring and realised it was similar to hers. I did have two different gems, and the band seemed wider like for a man.“You have two rings?” he questioned.She sighed. “Yes and no. They are a bonded. .I mean, she's gone now. There's no need to dig up—"Bill took a step toward Phil. His eyes bore a hole straight through him, and he jabbed his finger toward his face. "Tell me what happened, right now." Okay, fine," Phil said, raising his hands in defense, "but I really think you're making a mistake digging this up."Bill stood motionless and patiently waited while Phil took a deep breath and shifted nervously. He looked as if he were about to puke."It was at that Fourth of July party, a few. " Blaez pleaded, gripping me tighter. I quickly wrapped my arms around his back and lifted him out of the water, laying him on the floor in front of me. "Are you sure?" I whispered as I ran my fingers through his fiery red hair. Blaez leaned into my touch and closed his eyes, giving me a faint nod as he bit down on his bottom lip. I could feel his body shaking beneath me even more as I reached my right hand down to rest against the back of his trembling thigh. Blaez whimpered a pleading cry as.