It Is A Giggle Full Of High

For Once, Evie Didn’t Know What To Say. She Hadn’t Really Thought Of Her Uncle As Very Human. He Was More Like A Textbook Who Occasionally Remembered To Put On A Tie. But It Was Clear That He Was, Indeed, Human, With A Deep Wound Named Rotke.

There’s A Moment Of Profound Sadness That Can Be Dispelled Only By Summoning My Anger.

...i Do Have To Wonder What Sort Of Childhood The Grimm Brothers Endured. They Are Not A Merry Bunch Of Storytellers, What With Their Children Roasted By Witches, Maidens Poisoned By Old Crones, And Whatnot.

Maybe That's What Real Friendship Is -- Getting So Used To People That You Need To Be Annoyed By Them.

But We Can't Go Back. We Can Only Go Forward.