there was someone out there who wanted to slit their throats , wanted them to watch while it happened , just like the dream . youre late , she frowned at him , sliding on her jacket . it was the girl who got pregnant . his voice was angry and arrogant . i look forward to the nights i spend with them . what if , in a few months , you decide you ca n't deal with my obsessing ? once more the hand 's first act was to rise again and turn to a fresh page in the journal . 