how strange it is. For perfect things in poetry do not seem strange; they seem inevitable. And so we hardly thank the writer for his pains.

He do that with me, too,” Susan said. “It drives me fucking crazy.” “Gee,” I said, “I was liking it better when we were talking about Hawk’s problems.” Susan smiled.

Hope is the beginning of every journey in life
Try to be friendly with things and people that are friendly with you in order to find happiness

Mom and Dad were great, but being asked where I was going every time I left the house - or where I'd been every time I returned - got old quickly.

Written By Lauren Weisberger

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