His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.
I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment.
Well, many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted, mostly . . .
The Devil laughs but God is dumb..
|
|
![[]](https://www.101kidz.com/images/bracket.gif){kind=small}
![[]](https://www.101kidz.com/images/bracket1.gif){kind=small}