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The Best Is When We All Go At Once, Like An Army Of Interrelated Popcorn Zombies Who Laugh The Same Laughs And Gasp The Same Gasps And Aren’t So Germ-phobic With Each Other That We Won’t Share A Ginormous Coke With One Straw. Family Is Useful Like That.

She Doesn't Want The Boy Causing The Distinction Between "love" And "in Love

Nick And I Could Become Goodwill Ambassadors For The City Now That The Porno Shops On 42nd Street Are Gone. Must Make Mental Note To Contact Mayor.

They Were Tricky, Those Demons. Could They Be Trusted? Of Course They Could Be Trusted. She'd Created Them. She Owned Them. They Wouldn't Lead Her Astray.

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