She Wondered That Hope Was So Much

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Is It Like A Harry Potter Thing?" He Turned His Head Then. "a What?" "a Harry Potter Thing," She Said Again. "you Know, Don't Say Voldemort's Name Because You Might Attract His Attention?" He Considered It. "you Mean The Children's Book." "i Have Got To Get You To Watch More Movies," She Said. "you'd Enjoy These. Yes, I Mean The Children's Book.

My Will Broke At The Sound Of His Voice, And My Head Turned With As Much Inevitability As A Sunflower Turning Its Face To The Sun.

I Suppose We Must Work On Being Gracious And Grateful Until We Can Do For Ourselves. Someday The Wheel Of Fate Will Put Us In A Position To Be Of Use To Them, And We Will Remember How Much Easier It Is To Give Help Than It Is To Accept It.

She Crawled On Top Of Him, Naked And Warm And Soft, Smelling Like A Miracle That Had Saved Him From A Lifetime Of Aloneness.