Much of my life appeared to be a lesson in not judging books by their covers.
Americans and Irish. Separated by a common language.
It's an impossible castle in an enchanted snowstorm in a haunted forest, I said in a voice slightly more shrill than I had hoped for. Naturally there are invisible servants to care for the horses. Nat...
You seriously think you got some kind of god after you? Gary asked. Marie nodded. Gary turned to me. I vote we drop her off at a loony bin and run for the hills.Are you asking me to run away with you,...
In the past, my brain babbling at such length had meant there was something it either didn't want to think about--which things numbered in the dozens right now--or it was working out some extreme clev...
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