Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

Potholes And Bumps? Welcome To The World. Every Road Gas Them. They're There To Be Navigated, Avoided, Driven Over, Or Through To The Other Side. Don't Keep Driving Into The Pothole.

I'd Suggest Putting Your Head Between Your Knees, But I Think That's Physically Impossible For You At The Moment.

What About Your Crepe?" "stuff It." "she's Crazy About You," Mavis Commented. "it's Almost Embarrassing, The Way She Fawns.

I Got You A Present." "did You?" "it's A Book Of Poetry--romancy Stuff. I Thought, 'how Schmaltzy Is That,' So It Seemed Like The Thing. Then I Screwed Up And Left It In My Desk At Work

For Over A Year I Continued To Submit Mss, And Have Them Rejected - The Last Few With Rejection Letters Indicated The Story Was Pretty Good, But I Was American.