People Move Around So Much In The

There Are Some Tales Not For Telling, Whether Because They Are Too Long, Too Precious, Too Laughable, Too Painful, Too Easy To Need Telling Or Too Hard To Explain. After All, After Years And Travels My Secrets Are All I Have Left To Chew On In The Night.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.

He [ma's Tooth] Was Part Of Her A Minute Ago But Now He's Not. Just A Thing.

When I Was Four I Thought Everything In Tv Was Just Tv, Then I Was Five And Ma Unlied About Lots Of It Being Pictures Of Real And Outside Being Totally Real. Now I’m In Outside But It Turns Out Lots Of It Isn’t Real At All.

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