I Don't Like Outlining, Because Books Are

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

The Sky The Sky- Same As It Always Was.

Jacob: I've Never Seen So Much Manure. Wade: Baggage Stock Horses. They Pack'em In 27 A Car. Jacob: How Do You Stand The Smell? Wade: What Smell?

The Thought Has Cheered Me, And I'd Like To Hang Onto That. Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.