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I've Been In A Long And Happy Relationship For 22 Years And It's Never Inspired Me To Write Anything. It's Too Good - Nothing To Say. Problems, Conflict, That's What Makes For Good Stories.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

I Remember Manners, That's When People Are Scared To Make Other Persons Mad.

It's Painful To Consider Anything But Writing.

You Know Who You Belong To Jack? - Yeah. Yourself. - He's Wrong, Actually, I Belong To Ma. P. 261 Room By E Donoghue