I Hope You Didn't Bring The Asian

It's Not Fair," I Said. "it's Just So Goddamned Unfair." "the World," He Said, "is Not A Wishgranting Factory.

I Don't Think Your Missing Pieces Ever Fit Inside You Again Once They Go Missing.

Those Of Us Who Frequent The Band Room Have Long Suspected That Becca Maintains Her Lovely Figure By Eating Nothing But The Souls Of Kittens And The Dreams Of Impoverished Children.

How Will I Ever Get Out Of This Labyrinth!" To A Margin Note Written In Her Loop-heavy Cursive: Straight & Fast.

Indiana,’ He Said. ‘they Steal The Land From The Indians And Leave The Name, Yes?