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Those Who Live In Memories Are Never Really Dead." The House At Riverton

Gerry?' Laurel Had To Strain To Hear Thought The Noise On The Other End Of The Line. 'gerry? Where Are You?' 'london. A Phone Booth On Fleet Street.' 'the City Still Has Working Phone Booths?' 'it Would Appear So. Unless This Is The Tardis, In Which Case I'm In Serious Trouble.

Happiness In Life Is Not A Given, It Must Be Seized.

The Stretch Of Years Leaves None Unmarked: The Blissful Sense Of Youthful Invincibility Peels Away And Responsibility Brings Its Weight To Bear.

You'll Beat This. I Know It Doesn't Feel Like It, But You Will. You're A Survivor." "i Don't Want To Survive It." "i Know That, Too," Nell Had Said. "and It's Fair Enough. But Sometimes We Don't Have A Choice.