I slurp my soup as she talks, nodding when she gets back and sits beside me. I set the bowl on the nightstand and look at her, yawning and thanking her.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I think for a second. How could be have gotten this sick overnight? Then I go back to last night with the rain. "This is all my fault." I say. "If I would have shared the towel with you, you would not be sick."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices; to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicions can destroy. A thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own. — Rod Serling, Twilight Zone
