Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment." Work?" Tally said. They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.

We're not freaks, Tally. We're normal. We may not be gorgeous, but at least we're not hyped-up Barbie dolls.

And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely.

Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

Which was worse: a friend with brain damage, or one who despised you?

Sometimes the facts in my head get bored and decide to take a walk in my mouth. Frequently this is a bad thing.