she said nothing and only breathed heavily against him , stuttering every now and again as her weeping intensified . his jaw and cheeks showed signs of late evening growth , and i wondered if they would feel scratchy or soft against my skin . i suppose well just have to join in , wont we ? this man is constantly doing and saying the sweetest things . why carry my baggage from my past around ? '' i know more than a few of you would like to play college ball . 'me , the most original writer of the decade . ' 