Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?
He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.
He moves like a dancer.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
I highly regret this day in advance.
You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be. . . . ?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.
They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it's magic.
Today more people lose their seats in the Politburo in Havana than in the Congress of America,. . . We need to have competitive races for the Legislature. . . . We have to have a clash of ideas.
I saw [ that I and my father, Cecil end our careers with 319 home runs] after I retired. It was just weird. With all the games we played, neither one of us could hit one more home run? Obviously, it was supposed to go that way. It's a pretty cool thing, I guess.
the windy sky Cries out a literate despair.
Sometimes I wish I had a terrible childhood, so that at least I'd have an excuse.