My Thoughts Create My World -marcus Flutie

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.

He Always Loved Her Because Of, Not In Sprite Of, Her Flaws.

But Why Would It Matter? We Aren't ... Or...uh...weren't ..." Which Is It, Jess? "aren't" Or "weren't"? Present Or Past Tense? Now Or Then? "we Haven't Been Talking To Each Other." Past Imperfect Tense. How Appropriate.

Then Again Maybe There's Something That I've Been Doing In The Privacy Of My Own Bedroom My Whole Life That I Think Is Perfectly Normal But Is Actually Illegal In Thirty-two States.

Zen Cuts Straight Through The Quidditch Match In Progress And Almost Gets Taken Down By A Beater Hurling A Nerf Quaffle Right At His Machopartes.