It's Terrible To Have To Depend On

A Man Can Take Only So Much. Even A Phony Man Like Me.

Or Was He Saying, "hi! Wanna Play?" And I Did. Of Course I Did.

...she Opened The Door Very Slowly And Carefully, Half Hiding Behind It, As If Badly Frightened Of What Might Be Waiting For Her On The Other Side. And Considering That It Was Me Waiting, This Showed Rare Common Sense.

She Really Did Like Me, The Idiot.

Me, Feeling. What A Concept.