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He Set Fire To Some Potatoes, Then Cooked Some Undelivered Post In The Embers." - Dad "did He Now? What A Strange Fellow. I Would Have Done It The Other Way Around." - Stafford

That's The Thing About Destiny: It Can't Be Predicted, And It's Usually Pretty Odd.

Books May Look Like Nothing More Than Words On A Page, But They Are Actually An Infinitely Complex Imaginotransference Technology That Translates Odd, Inky Squiggles Into Pictures Inside Your Head.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

Death And The End Of One's Life Are Two Very Different Things Indeed.