...those Who Love Suffer When Who They

Why Couldn't She Have This, Just Enjoy This, Without Creating Obstacles, Digging Up Problems, Worrying About Mistakes, About Tomorrow's? Why Let The Maybe's, The What If's, The Probabilities Spoil Something So Lovely?

((doc Is Getting Ready To Do A Pap-smear On Reece)) "looks Healthy," Doc Commented. "good, Because It Hasn't Been Getting Any Exercise In Quite A While." When She Heard Willow Smother A Laugh, Reece Just Closed Her Eyes. She Had To Remember Some Old Saying About Being Careful Of Thoughts. They Become Words.

You Are Wise As Well As Short." "i Can Also Break Bricks With My Bare Hands." "that's A Handy Skill If You Ever Find Yourself Walled Up In The Basement Of An Abandoned House By A Psychopath.

A Woman Doesn't Want To Be Told She Looks Nice,' Jude Nuttered As She Sat Down Beside Maud's Grave. "she Wants To Be Told She's Beautiful, Sexy. That She Looks Outrageous. It Dosen't Matter If Its Not True.' She Sighed And Laid The Flowers Against The Headstone. 'because For The Moment, When The Words Are Said And The Words Are Heard, It's Perfect Truth.

What's Your Status?" She Asked Him. "healthy, Wealthy, And Wise. What's Yours?" "ha. Mean, Crafty, And Rude.