Bones Tell Me The Story Of A

I Have Come To Think Of Violence As A Self-perpetuating Mania Of The Power Of The Aggressive Over Those Less Strong.

Amazing.” Hi Stripped Off His Shirt, Wrung It Out. “score One For Your Honker.” “thanks, I Think.” I Cocked My Chin At Hi’s Substantial Midsection. “nice Abs.” “yeah, I Work Out Twice A Month. No Expectations. But Stop Hitting On Me, It’s Embarrassing.

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So Much Fluffier Than Mine.” He Took A Giant Whiff. “why Does Everything Girlie Smell So Delightful?” “because We Acknowledge The Importance Of Basic Hygiene. And Periodically Clean Our Bathrooms.” “brilliant. I Should Write That Down. After All, It Takes A Village.

Everyone’s Gone Mad, Typing To Themselves All Day Long Like Mindless Robots.

Bones Tell Me The Story Of A Person's Life - How Old They Were, What Their Gender Was, Their Ancestral Background.