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We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.

Prayers Are Answered In One Of Four Ways,” She Said. “yes. No. I Have Something Else In Mind. And . . .” She Paused Long Enough For My Impatience To Show. “and What’s The Fourth Answer?” “wait,” She Said.

Words Can Be Used As A Bomb Or Balm.

You Gotta Take Chances In This Life Or You're Already Dead.