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My Father Always Said That Too Many Words Cheapened The Value Of A Man's Speech.

The Elders Were Closer To The Maker Of All Things And Should Be Deferred To Whenever They Made Their Will Known.

Leslie Had Learned Two Valuable Things About The Fae That Day. They Were Powerful And Charming -- And They Ate Children And Puppies.

She Wondered That Hope Was So Much Harder Then Despair.

Zee Said, Grumpily, “liebling, This Is Not A Good Idea.” “zee,” I Told Him, “i Am Completely Out Of Good Ideas And Am Doing My Best With The Bad Ones I Have Left.