Or Was He Saying, "hi! Wanna Play?"

...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.

It's Terrible To Have To Depend On Someone Else.

Perhaps Because I'll Never Be One, Humans Are Interesting To Me.

The Mind Picks Some Very Bad Times To Take A Walk Doesn't It?

I Rose To My Knees, Mouth Dry And Heart Pounding, And Paused To Finger A Rip In My Beautiful Dacron Bowling Shirt. I Pushed My Fingertip Through The Hole And Wiggled It At Myself. Hello, Dexter, Where Are You Going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I Don't Know, But I'm Almost There. I Hear My Friends Calling.