Thursday, April 14, 2011

Sometimes my heart overflows right out of my tear ducts. My heart is warm and salty.

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People change. And if they do it wrong, it's sad. But if they don't do it at all, it's tragic.

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Her face was twisted with displeasure.
"Hello," I said.
"I'm in a hurry," was her polite reply.
She folded her arms and grimaced at the computer screen, trying to choose a seat for the concert.
After buying her ticket, she wandered around the store for a full 30 minutes.
Why would she preface everything with a declaration of haste if she actually had 30 minutes to waste? Does the squeaky wheel get the grease? Ask the lady going to the concert alone.

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