Well What's In Your Amazonian

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

Books. I'd Probably Spend All My Time Alone And Lost In Books If I Could. It's Easier That Way.

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

We All Just Took The Bookstore At Its Word, Because If You Couldn't Trust A Bookstore, What Could You Trust?

It Broke The Spell. It's Not That I Stopped Being Happy. I Was Still Inexplicably, Utterly Happy. But Suddenly The Happiness Had Implications.