Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

suffering soul

Tales from the Post Lunatic Decade

To know the page number would be to know too much.

Mercedes enters, Will confesses his future, and I bubble as the Domaine Chandon enters the scene.

Just how is it that you manage to make my heart stutter, my mind skip a beat, and my body resign to one?

A little more than often I wander at your intention, your probable suffering soul and my future.

I wonder if I should fear you, and wonder if you should not fear me.

Doomed, as if destiny were to have anything to do with it,

intended, as if you did.