Because When You Hate Something, You Stop

A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My Only.

Nobody's That Naive," She Muttered. "nobody's That Guileless." "he's From Nebraska." Peabody Scanned Her Pocket Unit. "from Where?" "nebraska." Peabody Waived A Hand, Vaguely West.... "they Still Grow Them Pretty Guileless In Nebraska. I Think It's All That Soy And Corn.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

The Man's Got More Money Than God, And He Sends You A Bag Of Coffee?

Happily Ever After?" "if Justice Doesn't Triumph And Love Doesn't Make The Circle In Entertainment Fiction, What's The Point? Real Life Sucks Too Often.