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I Added To My Mental List Of The Odd Things I'd Done That Day. I'd Entertained The Police, Sunbathed, Visited At A Mall With Some Fairies, Weeded And Killed Someone. Now It Was Powdered-corpse Removal Time. And The Day Wasn't Over Yet.

Of Course I Am Grateful, And I'm Sure You Are, As You Put It, A Special Vintage," Bill Said Politely, "but I Have My Own Wine Cellar.

Here’s To Books, The Cheapest Vacation You Can Buy.

My Mother Finally Took Me To A Child Psychologist, Who Knew Exactly What I Was, But She Just Couldn’t Accept It And Kept Trying To Tell My Folks I Was Reading Their Body Language And Was Very Observant, So I Had Good Reason To Imagine I Heard People’s Thoughts. Of Course, She Couldn’t Admit I Was Literally Hearing People’s Thoughts Because That Just Didn’t Fit Into Her World.

Ha," I Said. "oh, Ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause They Love Me. You See How Many Vampires Are Up Here? Zero, Right?" One," Said Eric, Stepping Out Of The Stairwell.