a strawberry and chocolate kiss , as warm as the tropical sun and light as the bay breeze that lifted her hair and ruffled her skirt . if the area was hit , it is likely that the casualties will be high . 'my god , did you see that ? ' gluey locked his trombone slide and laid it in his case . killing had become our sole joy , our only purpose in life . it was harder to look into a flame than a pool of black water , but it served the same purpose . 