Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez.  "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one."   I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.

Time passes. Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

In my neighborhood in Springfield, Ohio, there were a lot of young kids. We all played tackle football after school, but I knew very early on that I was not an athlete.

Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.

Written By Jane Austen

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