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April 20, Friday. Able Pace 12:00 AM: I’m in my truck outside the Wok Box at the little park across from Hawkeyes. Send. I lean across the seat and punch the handle to swing the door out for her as she walks up beside the vehicle. Hello, friend...

From Smithsonian.com A bird-loving scientist calls for an end to outdoor cats “once and for all” Pete Marra is haunted by cats. He sees them everywhere: slinking down alleys, crouched under porches, glaring at him out of wild, starved eyes. Related...

thevegantargaryen: batik96: hedwig-dordt: cleverwholigan: itsnotgonnareaditselfpeople: itsnotgonnareaditselfpeople: I got an email from a reader earlier.  The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted...

← Older revision Revision as of 13:43, June 20, 2014 Line 70: Line 70: {{Quote|(Dracula rushes up to Mavis, who is kissing Jonathan; his eyes burn like torches) (Dracula: How could you? After I shared my pain with you? But, no...) Dad, it was just...

People have told me all my life that I can sometimes be a bit dramatic. All right, fine.  I'll own that. BUT I AM NOT BEING DRAMATIC WHEN I SAY THAT THESE ARE THE MOST COMFORTABLE WEDGES THAT I HAVE EVER OWNED. {Sorry for yelling, but I felt the occasion...