devon-monk

I glanced up at the trees too. Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips of branches. All the life sucked out of them. Not just the trees. All the plants, ferns, grasses and brush were shriveled, brown, barren.As if a month of winter had set down right here in my driveway and gone on a killing spree...."Love what you've done with the landscape," Cody said. "You could open your own business, you know."..."The hell you talking about, Miller?" I asked Cody."Yard care. You're poison and weed whacker all in one. You can call it Death to All Shrubbery.

I wouldn__ want you to get in the shower and then pass out or some such. How about if I help you get out of your clothes? I__ an expert in platonic undressings._ He gave me that wicked smile. __ive it a rest. I__ not going to strip naked in front of you, and I__ rather pee in private._ __alf the injuries in a home happen in the bathroom. What kind of friend would I be to let you face that kind of danger alone? I mean, sure, you walked out of death, but this is a shower._ __hame. Get out of my bathroom.