Ah! some love Paris, <br> And some Purdue. <br> But love is an archer with a low I. Q. <br> A bold, bad bowman, and innocent of pity. <br> So I'm in love with <br> New York City.
No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time and to distract her from the situation she was in, the fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her.