The ship had come sweeping in over a dark and somber landscape, a terrain so desperately far removed from the heat and light of its parent sun, Sol, that it seemed like a map of the psychological scars of the mind of an abandoned child.

My father was Catholic, my mother was Protestant, and because of that I got Christened in both churches, so I&#39;ve got all these names... but my Dad always called me Mick.

The question is why you lied to yourself,It was all evident in your eyes and actions.....

They pictured themselves dashing around Manhattan, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, adorably breaking a designer heel while hailing a cab.

Written By Gillian Flynn

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