She's So Small, Yet She Contains So

I Fear You May Become A Lonely Man, Even In The Company Of Others.

So I Am Death" Charlie Said Then Turned To His Daughter While Buttering His Toast. "this Is Death Toast Sweety.

Oh, I Get It," I Said. "it's A Parable. Cute. Let's Go Eat.

Sweetheart, Wake Up; You've Destroyed The House And I Need You To Suffer For It.

Don't Bruise The Foo!