Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important in your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations.

You know the legend. Stab them in the heart and they’ll die. (Ravyn) Call me Buffy. I’m even blond, but don’t ask me to wear a halter top. Or corset. (Susan)

There are so many people I wish I could have met:

You see that a handful of times every year where a person that hasn&#39;t been playing that well pops up and wins.

Written By Karrie Webb

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