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It Broke The Spell. It's Not That I Stopped Being Happy. I Was Still Inexplicably, Utterly Happy. But Suddenly The Happiness Had Implications.

What's Better, I Wonder - To Be A Toy For The Humans, Or To Control Your Own Destiny , Even If The Only Way To Do So Is Suicide?

But She's Not, And I Am Left To Wonder On My Own: How Does This Work, The Getting To Know A New Guy Without Revealing Too Much Desperation For His Undivided Attention?

Nick And I Could Become Goodwill Ambassadors For The City Now That The Porno Shops On 42nd Street Are Gone. Must Make Mental Note To Contact Mayor.

I Feel Like There's So Much Darkness In All Of My Books.