No more time

For your apologies 

Like my patience 

The seconds also ran out 

Time so unforgiving  

Years of dishonesty 

The fourth quarter

The ninth inning 

I'm resetting the timer 

Offering myself a new 

Big-INNING

Johnny Mercer was my father&#39;s best friend and became mine as well. And Harold Arlen, whom I would call Uncle Harry, and Harry Warren: those were ones who I really became close to.

If vaudeville had died, television was the box they put it in.

What did that stupid deserting crap-bag ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend with the most perfect stupid hair do? He DIDN'T delete his crap off the desktop before he fled my life and left me all alone. That's what he did.

Written By James Patterson

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