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Little-boy Love...the Cleanest Pain I've Ever Known. Love Without Desire, Conditions, Or Limits - A Pure And Radiant Glow In The Heart That Could Make Me Giddy And Sad And Glorious All At Once. Where Does It Go? Why, In All Their Experiments, Did The Magi Never Try To Capture That Purity In A Bottle? Perhaps They Couldn't.

The Bat Was Looking At Theo And Theo Was Having Trouble Following His Own Thoughts.the Bat Was Wearing Tiny Sunglasses.ray Bans,theo Could See By The Trademark In The Corner Of One Lens."i'm Sorry, Mr.,uh- Case, Could You Take The Bat Off Your Head.it's Very Distracting." Him." Pardon?" It's A Him.roberto.he No Like The Light.

She's So Obnoxious. Like A Whole Saturday Night Drunk Tank Full Of Obnoxious Packed Into One Little Body." Detective Cavuto

One Can't Be Free Without Action.

Theophilus Crowe's Mobile Phone Played Eight Bars Of "tangled Up In Blue" In An Irritating Electronic Voice That Sounded Like A Choir Of Suffering Houseflies, Or Jiminy Cricket Huffing Helium, Or, Well, You Know, Bob Dylan.