You Are The Grim, Goal-oriented Ones Who

What Can Be Done When You’re Eleven Can Often Never Be Done Again.

But It's Hard For A Man To Give Up All His Pleasures, Even When They Don't Pleasure Him No More.

I Worry About You Bev. I Worry A Lot.

That's The Day's Business. Thinking. Thinking And Isolation, Because It Doesn't Matter If You Pass The Time Of Day With Someone Or Not; In The End, You're Alone. He Seemed To Have Put In As Many Miles In His Brain As He Had With His Feet. The Thoughts Kept Coming And There Was No Way To Deny Them.

She Had Never Dreamed There Could Be So Much Pain In A Life When There Was Nothing Physically Wrong. She Hurt All The Time.