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You Don't Need To Diet, She-body. You Are A Just-right Female." "mcnab?" Eve Said. "yes, Sir." "shut Up." "it's All Right, Dallas. We're A Couple." "a Couple Of What? No, Don't Tell Me. Don't Talk To Me. Don't Talk To Each Other. Let There Be Silence Across The Land.

I Find Myself Fascinated By A Man Who Admits To Enjoying Fairy Tales And Uses The Word "impinge"- Barely Misses A Beat While Indulging In A Brief Girl-on-girl Fantasy. You're A Man Of Layers, Ford." Me And Shrek, We're Onions.

Retirement Wasn't A Reward At The End Of A Well-run Career ... It Was A Void Surrounded By Endless Dull Hours, Haunted By Memories Of Work.

If You Write In Category, You Write Knowing There's A Framework, There Are Reader Expectations.

I'm A Barrel Of Monkeys, Kid, Though Mostly I Figure Monkeys Stuck In A Barrel Are Just Going To Be Pissed Off.