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I like turtles!!!!

i'm just glad i'm not in the swim team this summer

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical,...

short list is a summary of what's right. The long list

One potential anti-pattern is to make the business stakeholder take on the product ownership role.

Phoney: Here's your problem Fone Bone! We're off the map! Get a bigger map!

You know, if I look at the wound on an angle, it reminds me of a stripper I know." I amended my "complete asshole" assessment to include the words "from hell." "So this is where we part ways, slowly drift apart, and eventually fail to keep in touch altogether, right?" I asked.

Okay, obviously I didn't die or I wouldn't be able to relate this tender little narrative. Unless, of course, I'm a ghost, writing these words through an Ouija board. That would be pretty cool, but also incredibly time consuming, and the human I was channeling through would probably try to steal all the credit.

Stanley and Martin sat in the interrogation room across from Veronica and a lawyer named Bloodsucking Bastard.

I threw up twice more during the process, turning away so that I wouldn't vomit right on him, a courtesy I couldn't quite explain.

My problem is that Guffaw is dead in the trunk of this car, and we may very well be joining him. In being dead. Not in being in the trunk.

I unrolled the condom completely just in case the killer had written some sort of message on it, but no, it still looked like your standard-issue prophylactic. Wow, these things were huge when you unrolled them all the way.

This lady had more disclaimers than an antidepressant commercial.

No doubt the detour to deliver Lake had made the sheep late for an appointment.

Control said nothing, had said nothing for quite some time, as if he didn't trust words anymore. Or had begun to cherish the answers silence gave him.

Thank you for your service, for your many years. Now take your weird art and get the fuck out.

Without context, clinging to those numbers was a form of madness.

There was a tear in the sleeve of her blouse. Her pink nail polish had chipped. Details were escaping her. I sympathized.

Perhaps, too, hesitance overtakes me because when I think of writing I glimpse the world I left behind.

I dearly wished the joy of triangulation, the pounce based on a good ear's geometry.

precision in gardens was too much like turning a wolf on the prowl into a pug with an embroidered ruffle for a collar. She much preferred the wolf.

as a copy she was not a very good copy. There were differences. She was not one of His best efforts. There is a line in an old folk song that runs: 'I called my donkey

the truth is that almost anyone will be pulled into care taking behaviors when interacting with the NPD person.

I wish I could prescribe her--and buy her--as I would a box of pills;--though if there gets to be many of her in the world, you and I might as well go to ribbon-selling and ditch-digging for all the money we'd get out of nursing and doctoring