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It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.

Normally I Object To Strangers Beaming Force Fields Into My Brain.

The Writing Is Always The Easy Part, Provided I Can Get The Good Material. It's The Getting Of The Good Material That's A Challenge.

The Paper Does Not Provide The Exact Number Of Penises Eaten By Ducks, But The Author Says There Have Been Enough Over The Years To Prompt The Coining Of A Popular Saying: 'i Better Get Home Or The Ducks Will Have Something To Eat.

Instead, I Quietly Excused Myself And Went To The Bar, To Commune With Spirits I Know How To Relate To.