The Trick To Having Obedient, Unquestioning Children

Just For Fun I Flew In Huge Banking Arcs, Taking Deep Breaths, Enjoying The Feel Of My Newly Weightless Hair. The Stylist Had Called It “wind Tossed.” If Only She Knew.

I Was Crazily, Deeply, Incredibly, Joyously, Terrifiedly In Love.

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Fang: When Do I Get Out Of Here? Max: They Say A Week. Fang: So, Like, Tomorrow? Max: That's What I'm Thinking.

Gazzy: "captain, Like The Captain Of A Ship. And Then Terror, You Know, T-e-r-o-r.