Rose Was So Full Of Life And

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?

My Life Was Split By Two Worlds, But He Kept Me Whole.

God Might Work On Mysterious Ways, But Hell Worked On Efficient Ones.

Honor, I Thought. For Real: The Guardians Should Have Taught It. Because I Hadn't Learned It.

So,” I Said At Last, Staring At My Hands. “how’s, Uh, Your Car?” “i Left It Out On The Street. Figured It’ll Be Fine There While I’m Gone.