The Wasting Of Finite Resources Is Everyones

Sometimes, Fact Mixed With Fiction So Thoroughly That, Though No Lies Were Told, It Was Hard To Remember What Was Strictly True.

I Would Always Love This Fragile Human Girl, For The Rest Of My Limitless Existence.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House?condemned?for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All?just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That?better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

I Wanted The Monster Back And That Was Plainly Wrong.

My Mom Is Part Albino.