Some Stories Don't Have Happy Endings. Even

Fifteen Minutes Later, Betsy Came Thundering Down The Stairs. "i'm Going To The Mall With Sierra To See A Movie." Michael Leaned Forward, Switched Off The Television. "can You Please Rephrase That In The Form Of A Question?" "sure. Can I Have Some Money?

This Is The Problem With Forever Friends. They Know Too Much.

Time Goes Too Quickly. This Is The Advice That My Mother Should Have Given Me From Her Hospital Bed. Instead Of Vague, Unknowable Quips Like "be Careful What You Wish For," She Should Have Told Me Time Slides Away On A Hillside Of Loose Shale And Takes Everything In Its Path - Dreams, Opportunities, Hopes. And Youth. It Takes That Fastest Of All.

I'm An Insomniac Lately. It's One Of The Many Prizes You Find In The Cracker Jack Box Of A Crumbling [relationship].

I Always Thought It Was What I Wanted: To Be Loved And Admired. Now I Think Perhaps I'd Like To Be Known.