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Jason Patted Me On The Back. “tomorrow Night We'll Take You Out Chasing Deer.” “i Thought You'd Chase Cars,” I Said. He Grinned. “what Fun Is That? Cars Don't Bleed.

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another. Yeah. I Wrapped Myself In Anger, With A Dash Of Hate, And At The Bottom Of It All Was An Icy Center Of Pure Terror.

What's Your Name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, Missed You At The Wienie Roast.

I Spent The Next Fifteen Minutes Convincing A Crying Werewolf That I Wasn’t Going To Hurt Her. My Life Was Getting Too Strange, Even For Me.

If You Only Believe When It's Easy, You Don't Really Believe.