a tall man of no age in faded, pegged jeans and a denim jacket. His pockets were stuffed with fifty different kinds of conflicting literature—pamphlets for all seasons, rhetoric for all reasons.

Un hogar, construido por caridad, para los pobres. Construido basado en diez mil años durante los cuales se le había enseñado al hombre que la caridad y el autosacrificio son absolutos incuestionables, la piedra fundamental de la virtud, el ideal definitivo.

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

Ye'll wish a bath this evening, and while I don't mind servin' as yer cook, I'm not washin' yer back." "I won't ask if of you, I promise.

Written By Karen Hawkins

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