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Sleep Is Over-rated. Have You Ever Noticed How It's Always Recommended To People Anybody With Half A Brain Can See Need To Wake Up?

"if You Paid Me For Work," Continued Max, Whose Rhetoric Was More Sophisticated Than You Might Expect From A Man With Food In His Beard, "i Wouldn't Have To Feel Worthless. There's Not Law Says Old People Have To Feel Worthless All The While, You Know. You Paid Me, I'd Have Some Dignity." Now It Was Mile's Turn To Nod And Smile Agreeably. "i Think The Dignity Ship Set Sail A Long Time Ago, Dad."

To His Surprise, She Leaned Over And Kissed Him On The Forehead, A Kiss So Full Of Affection That It Dispelled The Awkwardness, Even As It Caused Miles' Heart To Plummet, Because All Kisses Are Calibrated, And This One Revealed The Great Chasm Between Affection And Love.

He'd Discovered That His Memories Of That Summer Were Like Bad Movie Montages - Young Lovers Tossing A Frisbee In The Park, Sharing A Melting Ice-cream Cone, Bicycling Along The River, Laughing, Talking, Kissing, A Sappy Score Drowning Out The Dialogue Because The Screenwriter Had No Idea What These Two People Might Say To Each Other.

If You Work At Comedy Too Laboriously, You Can Kill What's Funny In The Joke.