A lot of things are yours, America

I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.

You ask for such simple things, I can't deny you.

Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.