Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

Ramona stepped back into her closet, slid the door shut, pressed an imaginary button, and when her imaginary elevator had made its imaginary descent, stepped out onto the real first floor and raced a real problem. Her mother and father were leaving for Parents' Night.

... el mas noble ideal consiste en que el hombre viva para sus hermanos; el fuerte luche por el débil; el inteligente sirva al que carece de discernimiento...

LOVE IS LOVE, REGARDLESS HOW YOU SEE, FEEL OR DEFINE IT.

Written By OWANS

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