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I Told Ersken, "lately It's Been Like Living On The Knife's Edge, Never Knowing Which Side I'll Fall Off On" Ersken Clapped Me On The Shoulder As We Stepped Into The Street. "cheer Up, Beka. Maybe You Were Going To Fall Off That Razor's Edge Before, But Not Today," He Said, As Good Humored As Always. "today We're Doing To Jump.

Don't You Ever Get Tired Of Asking Questions?' 'never. They're Mother's Milk To Me.

Anyone Who Tells You They Don't Need To Rewrite, They're Usually The Ones Who Need It Worst.

Books Are Still The Main Yardstick By Which I Measure True Wealth.

Does Your Ma Know You're This Silly?" She Demanded Tartly. He Nodded, Comically Sad. "the Few Gray Hairs She Has On Her Head Are My Doing. But" — With An Exaggerated Change Of Mood — "i Send Her Plenty Of Money, So She Can Pay To Have Them Dyed!" "i Hope She Beat You As A Child," Onua Grumbled.