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The Death Of A Friendship Was Usually Slow And Insidious, Like The Wearing Away Of A Hillside After Years Of Too Much Rain. A Handful Of Misunderstandings, A Season Of Miscommunication, The Passing Of Time, And Where Once Stood Two Women With A Dozen Years Of Memories And Tears And Conversation And Laughter—where Once Stood Two Women Closer Than Sisters—now Stood Two Strangers.

Perfect Love Drives Out Fear

The Next Time That Boy Pursues You, He Better Do It Like A Dying Man Looking For Water In A Desert. When It's The Right Guy, You'll Know, Because He'll Cherish You.

Sunshine Is Just Beyond The Clouds" Carl Joesph Gunner

I Always Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer.