The old-fashioned sins of reading is the only sense that matters.

Marry Christmas I hear again and again happy new year from a friend rosy red cheeks from wind chapped skin  snowcapped peaks the view from within Merry Christmas to all my family and friends Happy new year once again.

But I'm not any better at relationships than you are. We'll find our way together, even if we're fumbling around in the dark for a while.

I get glimpses of the horror of normalcy. Each of these innocents on the street is engulfed by a terror of their own ordinariness. They would do anything to be unique.

Written By Katherine Dunn

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