It wasn't like a date, she reasoned. Not like some weird double date with her and the brother of the dead guy and her best friend and her best friend's ex-husband who didn't really count. It was just eating.

Only a generation of readers will span a generation of writers.

Hell wasn’t made for people; God doesn’t want anyone to go there. But he is utter goodness—absolute holiness—and evil cannot be in his presence. Without

And thence I only come again  Just to pack up and run, Somewhere where life may less be pain,  And somewhere where there's sun.

Written By Edward Lear

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