You Could Tie My Hands To My

Dawn Seemed To Follow Midnight With Indecent Haste.

Do I Look Stupid?" Snarled Uncle Vernon, A Bit Of Fried Egg Dangling From His Bushy Mustache.

I'm Not Putting Them On,” Said Old Archie In Indignation. “i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

For Instance, This New Idea That You-know-who Can Kill With A Single Glance From His Eyes. That’s A Basilisk, Listeners. One Simple Test: Check Whether The Thing That’s Glaring At You Has Got Legs. If It Has, It’s Safe To Look Into Its Eyes, Although If It Really Is You-know-who, That’s Still Likely To Be The Last Thing You Ever Do.

In The End, Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins. When A Person Dies, Love Isn’t Turned Off Like A Faucet. It Is An Amazingly Resilient Part Of Us.