He's so cute, I can't help myself.
The blanket was there, but it was the boy's embrace that covered and warmed him.
I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I’m a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time. -- Stargirl
Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?
This was the ghetto: where children grow down instead of up.
You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.