On some evenings, when I would sneak out of my room, I'd sit on the verandah and count the streetlights. I'd count the stars in the sky and trace the moon with the tip of my finger and consider how anyone could make it through the night when there were so

I walked over to the counter and picked up the baby’s bottle. My mind slapped me in the face with the sound of a baby screaming. I dropped the bottle, and the memory shattered.

Of course sausages don't say a lot. I cannot cook. Evasive some have even called them enigmatic. I think by which they mean that were you on a nature trail they would be difficult to see or find. Brought up well the best mostly smile. The elite of these smiles is given by…

I am important. My existence has meaning.Today I am a newspaper in the hands of an important man. He sits in his office, reading me for important news. He makes notes in my margins, studying the information I provide. Alas, tomorrow comes, he buys another paper, and I rest…

We both rose at once, filling the room again with the tangled intrusive sounds of aggravated steel springs and old wood.

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Were Tink's arrogance helium the walls and ceiling of our little room would have blown outward, the gas then ripping the entire building from the ground, and lurching it into the stratosphere.