There's A Small Possibility That I Might

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.

I Could Use Some Help With An Fta. What's Your Problem? He's Old, And I'll Look Like A Loser If I Shoot Him.

I Always Know It's Sunday Because I Wake Up Feeling Apologetic. That's One Of The Cool Things About Being A Catholic . . . It's A Multifaceted Experience. If You Lose The Faith, Chances Are You'll Keep The Guilt, So It Isn't As If You've Been Skunked Altogether.

Truth Is, I'm A Good Catholic Girl. The Faith Has Always Been Elusive, But The Guilt Is Intractable.

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.