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The Biggest Fool Is The One Who Thinks He Knows It All.

But One Must Go Where One's Road Leads, Even When It's A Distressing Road.

When I Started Writing This, I Found That I Simply Couldn't Take Fantasy Seriously, So It Became Humorous, And Continued From There.

One Thing You Who Had Secure Or Happy Childhoods Should Understand About Those Of Us Who Did Not. We Who Control Our Feelings, Who Avoid Conflicts At All Costs, Or Seem To Seek Them. Who Are Hypersensitive, Self-critical, Compulsive, Workaholic, And Above All Survivors. We Are Not That Way From Perversity, And We Cannot Just Relax And Let It Go. We’ve Learned To Cope In Ways You Never Had To.

She Looked Around. "oh, I've Just Got To Hug Somebody! You!" And She Hugged Puck, The Little Ghost Horse. "and You." She Hugged Pook, And Peek, And Even The Nose Of The Moat Monster. "but Not You," She Decided, Encountering The Zombie.