She Really Did Like Me, The Idiot.

I Looked Around The Store And What I Saw Was Not Very Encouraging. There Were Rows And Rows Of Violent Toys...aisle After Aisle Of Training Devices For Recreational Slaughter. No Wonder Our World Was Such A Mean And Violent Place...if We Teach Children That Killing Is Fun, Can We Really Be Surprised If Now And Then Someone Is Smart Enough To Learn?

I Waved To Everybody. Some Of Them Even Waved Back. They Knew Me, Had Seen Me Go By Before, Always Cheerful, A Big Hello For Everybody. He Was Such A Nice Man. Very Friendly. I Can’t Believe He Did Those Horrible Things . . .

For My Part, My Interest In Paris Had Faded Away Completely Long Ago When I Learned That It Was In France.

Me, Feeling. What A Concept.

And So As Much As I Can, I Care About Her, Dear Deborah. It's Probably Not Love, But I Would Rather She Were Happy.