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I Loved Writing For Kids, I Loved Talking To Children About What I'd Written, I Don't Want To Leave That Behind.

Writing For Me Is A Kind Of Compulsion, So I Don't Think Anyone Could Have Made Me Do It, Or Prevented Me From Doing It.

His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad, His Hair Is As Dark As A Blackboard. I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine, The Hero Who Conquered The Dark Lord.

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

You Are Nearly There," Said James. "very Close. We Are...so Proud Of You.