He wanted to take Homer Wells in his arms, and hug him, and kiss him, but he could only hope that Homer understood how much Dr. Larch's self-esteem was dependent on his self-control.

Nobody paid attention; they walked around or stepped over – except one woman carrying a baby, who stopped, kicked him carefully in face, then went down ramp.

Festive Seasons are the signs that at times we too can be the happiest persons in our lives. But Real Happiness doesn't exist in the Mere Open Celebrations but by feeling Mirth Inside. May the Glory of this Festive Occasion be with us everyday!  
MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I lived somebody else&#39;s life. It was never about me, it was really about him on every level.

Written By Priscilla Presley

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