As I Recall, You Promised To Call

We Can't Love Our Neighbors Till We Know How Crooked Their Hearts Are.

Well, But You Can Eat Grandma's Cookies. They're Not Bad For You. They Were Made By Grandma. Grandma Wouldn't Hurt You.

All At Once, I Couldn’t Figure Out Why I Was Methodically Tossing A Spherical Object Through A Toroidal Object. It Seemed Like The Stupidest Thing I Could Possibly Be Doing.

Maybe She'd Been Scared Of Being Paralyzed By Fear Again.

That's The Thing About Pain, It Demands To Be Felt.