We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.
There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?
Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.
Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.
It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?
If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing and playful antagonism, could only mean on thing. It was a sure sign of attraction.