He's no John Walton.
I could no longer look at him. I wished, in fact, for blindness.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out how long a person had to live, or how good she had to be, to get her hands on some treasure.
I figure heaven will be a scratch-and-sniff sort of place, and one of my first requests will be the Driftwood in its prime, while it was filled with our life. And later I will ask for the smell of my...
I got kicked out of Brownies and they won’t give me another chance to keep my clothes on at camp. Also
I later discovered that in order to be a good athlete one must care intensely what is happening with a ball, even if one doesn't have possession of it. This was ultimately my failure: my inability to...
I once heard her tell a friend that she was, in fact, a 120-pound woman, but she kept herself wrapped in fat in order to prevent bruising.
I respect every way in which you are a troublemaker, now get up and do what your mother says.
Ordinarily my mom just sunk deeper into her corner of the couch and ignored it. She had succesfully ignored a quarter of a century of entropy and decay, had sat peacefully crunching popcorn and drinki...
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