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It Is No Way To Live, To Wait To Love.

This Boy Thinks I Am Not Of His Species, That I Am Some Other Kind Of Creature, One That Can Be Crushed Under The Weight Of A Phone Book. The Pain Is Not Great, But The Symbolism Is Disagreeable.

My Voice And Movements Are Restricted By The Things I Own.

It Was Always Difficult To Get Cattle Returned Once A Marriage Was Dissolved.

She Felt Some Measure Of Relief Knowing That In The Very Least, On The Open Road She Would Have Some Time To Think.