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Sometimes When You're At Your Most Certain, That's When Everything You Know Is Wrong.

Angel Wanted Them All To Burn In H-e- Double Toothpicks Forever.

Jane-sweetie, We've Talked About Your Weight-" My Mother Began. I'm Only Eight Years Old," I Said. "how About I Promise To Be Anorexic Later?

We All Love Each Other, Ange," I Said Impatiently, Hating This Whole Conversation. "no, Not Like This," She Went On Relentlessly. "fang Loves You."......my Mouth Dropped Open. How Does She Know This Stuff? "forget It! No One's Getting Married!" I Hissed. "not In New Hampshire Or Anywhere Else! Not In A Box, Not With A Fox! Now Go To Sleep, Before I Kill You! Oh Yeah, Like I Got Any Sleep After That. - Pg 35

My Style Is Colloquial Storytelling. It's The Way We Tell Stories To One Another - It's Not Writerly, It's Not Overdone.