What If People Knew They Were Recycled?

I Did The Searching And Remembering, She Did The Disappearing And The Forgetting.

Luck Never Gives; It Lends.

Bridget's Anger Evaporated And The Sadness Came Back. The Anger Was Easier. She Owned And Contolled It, Whereas The Sadness Owned Her.

He Had To Fight. That's All He Had. Not Memories, Not Experiences, Not Skills. He Had A Will. And His Will Was To Fight Until He Couldn't Fight Anymore.

Marnie Hated To See Her Spend So Much Of Herself On Someone Who Didn't Care.