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Wait. Why Am I Thinking About Krispy Kremes? We’re Supposed To Be Exercising.

How Is It That I'd Nearly Been Smothered To Death, And Yet I Could Sit There And Notice Things Like My Stepbrother's Abdominal Muscles A Few Minutes Later?

I Think You Get So Wrapped Up In The Book You're Currently Writing, It's Hard To Think About Anything Else. But I Know As Soon As I'm Done With This Book, I'll Move On To Something Else.

[...] Even In The Cruelest Human Being There Can Exist A Flower Of Good. Maybe Just The Tiniest Blossom, In Need Of Water And Sunlight, But A Flower Just The Same.

I Lay There In My Black Slip Dress And Wondered If I Ought To Have Worn Pants. I Mean, Who Knew What I Was Going To Find Up There? What If I Had To Do Some Climbing? People Might See My Underwear.