God Bless The American Spectator.

I Have A Big Hole In My Heart," I Said. "but It'll Close Over." I Don't Want To Sound All Dr. Phil," She Said. "but Don't Let The Scab Seal The Pain In, Okay?" That's Good Advice," I Said. "i Hope I Can Manage It.

Just Because One Of Arlene's Husbands Was A Murderer Is No Reason For Me To Be Ugly

"come On," I Said, Taking His Hand. Clutching The Afghan With The Other Hand, He Trailed Down The Hall After Me, A Snow White Giant In Tiny Red Underwear.

We Could Go Back," He Said. In The Dome Light Of The Car, His Face Looked Hard As Stone. "we Could Go Back To Your House. I Can Stay With You Always. We Can Know Each Other's Bodies In Every Way, Night After Night. I Could Love You." His Nostrils Flared, And He Looked Suddenly Proud. "i Could Work. You Would Not Be Poor. I Would Help You." "sounds Like A Marriage," I Said, Trying To Lighten The Atmosphere. But My Voice Was Too Shaky. "yes," He Said.

What Are You, Zen Master Fang?