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Homework Is Not An Option. My Bed Is Sending Out Serious Nap Rays. I Can't Help Myself. The Fluffy Pillows And Warm Comforter Are More Powerful Than I Am. I Have No Choice But To Snuggle Under The Covers.

They Yell At Me Because I Can't See What They See. Nobody Can Explain To Me Why My Eyes Work Different Than Theirs.

She Offered Herself To The Big, Bad Wolf And Didn't Scream When He Took The First Bite.

Each Reader Has To Find Her Or His Own Message Within A Book.

I Understood What Triggered Her Earthquakes, Most Of Them.