I Don't Break; I Bounce.

It Is The Way Of Mortals. They Fling Themselves At Life And Emerge Broken.

Obstreperous, ‘huh,” Said Tad. “i See You’ve Been Using That Big Word Of The Day Calendar I Got You Last Christmas.” “that Is Irrefragable,” I Told Him Solemnly.

He Stepped Back With Exaggerated Courtesy. But When I Walked Past Him, He Swatted My Rump. Hard Enough To Sting. “you Need To Be More Careful,” He Growled. “keep Interfering In My Business And You Might Get Hurt.” I Said Sweetly As I Continued To Jesse's Room, “the Last Man Who Swatted Me Like That Is Rotting In His Grave.” “i Have No Doubt About It.” His Voice Was More Satisfied Then Contrite.

Are You Going To Tell Me What That Was About?” Adam Asked As We Went Back Upstairs. “sometime,” I Told Him. “when We're Telling Ghost Stories Around A Campfire, And I Want To Scare You.

Any Idiot Can Put Up A Website.