She couldn’t very well let him join her in bed like that. Sure you could. No I can’t. Please? Hush, self, let me think.’ (Grace)

But now my gracious numbers are decay’d, And my sick muse doth give another place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;

Well, he’d actually never heard anybody say it. But he felt that it should be true. There

I don&#39;t want to be famous. I want to be secure. I don&#39;t want the world. I just want a piece of it. I want people to remember Eric Davis.

Nothing I did contributed to me having cancer, so I can&#39;t sit back and say, &#39;Oh why me.&#39; Why not me? Why does tragedy always have to hit someone else?

Eric Davis

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Written By Eric Davis

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