These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
Libba BrayYou canโt blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?โ Samโs grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. โYou canโt blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
Libba BrayAnd now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.
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