He felt as though he were a prism, gathering up God’s love like white light and scattering it in all directions, and the sensation was nearly physical, as he caught and repeated as much of what everyone said to him as he could, soaking up the music and cadence, the pattern of phonemes on the fly, gravely accepting and repeating Askama’s quiet corrections when he got things wrong.

I plan to approach my future as one of great promise.

In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal.

That&#39;s the whole point of... of prosecutorial discretion in the judicial system. It&#39;s finding a just outcome in an individual case.

Written By Andrew Thomas

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