I Was Good At Being

What A Terrible Thing Life Can Be.

She Really Did Like Me, The Idiot.

I Sighed; As Comforting As It May Be To Some Of Us, Sarcasm, Like Youth, Is Wasted On The Young.

...she Opened The Door Very Slowly And Carefully, Half Hiding Behind It, As If Badly Frightened Of What Might Be Waiting For Her On The Other Side. And Considering That It Was Me Waiting, This Showed Rare Common Sense.

Rectory Always Sounded To Me Like A Place Where You Would Find A Proctologist.