Mine, ... Mine Is What She Is.

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It's Easier To Dismiss Ghosts In The Daylight.

The Cool Thing About Writing Is That There Is Really Never A Typical Day. Sometimes I Get A Rhythm Going And Head Off To Work Every Morning And Come Home At Night. Sometimes I'll Write For Two Days Straight And Then Be Utterly Blank For The Next Two.

Not That I'd Really Been Planning On Keeping The Attack Secret; It Had Just Been An Option I'd Wanted To Keep Open If I Could.

Adam Didn't Approve Of Wal-mart.