I'm At The Mercy Of Whatever Character

Once There Was A Princess Who Was Very Beautiful. She Shone Bright As The Stars On A Moonless Night. But What Difference Did It Make That She Was Beautiful? None. No Difference." Why Did It Make No Difference?" Asked Abilene. Because," Said Pellegrina, "she Was A Princess Who Loved No One And Cared Nothing For Love, Even Though There Were Many Who Loved Her.

Besides, Who Ever Asked You What You Wanted In This World, Girl? The Answer To That Question, Reader, As You Well Know, Was Absolutely No One.

I Always Go To The Agriculture Building, Where They Make Apple Cider Popsicles For A Dollar.

So Many Miracles Have Not Yet Happened.

There Are Those Hearts, Reader, That Never Mend Again Once They Are Broken. Or If They Do Mend, They Heal Themselves In A Crooked And Lopsided Way, As If Sewn Together By A Careless Craftsman. Such Was The Fate Of Chiaroscuro. His Heart Was Broken. Picking Up The Spoon And Placing It On His Head, Speaking Of Revenge, These Things Helped Him To Put His Heart Together Again. But It Was, Alas, Put Together Wrong.