Everything Was Curved To Fit The Walls:

Rita Looked As Though She Would Have Liked Nothing Better Than To Seize The Paper Umbrella Sticking Out Of Hermione's Drink And Thrust It Up Her Nose.

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She Navigated Away From The Parish Council Message Board And Dropped Into Her Favorite Medical Website, Where She Painstakingly Entered The Words "brain" And "death" In The Search Box. The Suggestions Were Endless. Shirley Scrolled Through The Possibilities, Her Mild Eyes Rolling Up And Down, Wondering To Which Of These Deadly Conditions, Some Of Them Unpronounceable, She Owed Her Present Happiness.

A Wrackspurt . . . They’re Invisible. They Float In Through Your Ears And Make Your Brain Go Fuzzy,” She Said. “i Thought I Felt One Zooming Around In Here.

The Stories We Love Best Do Live In Us Forever.