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The Wounded Recognized The Wounded.

A Good Story's Like A Door, And You Can Go Through It Whenever You Need To. After You've Read It Or Seen It Or Heard It, You Can Still Go Back Through It. Once It's Yours, It's Always Yours.

He Was A Wild One As A Lad, And There's A Look About Him That Says He Could Be Again." Kathy Sighed. "i've Always Had A Soft Spot For A Wild Heart In A Man. Have You No Sweetheart In The States Then, Jude?" "no." She Thought Briefly Of William. Had She Ever Considered Her Husband Her Sweetheart? "no One Special." "if They're Not Special, What Would The Point Be?

When Somebody Walks Out, It Leaves A Hole In You. Some People Fill It Up, The Good And The Bad, And Get On That Way. Some People Leave It Open, Maybe Long Enough To Heal, Maybe Too Long, Picking At It Now And Then So It Doesn't Heal All The Way.

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.