[first lines] Frank Ross: Little Frank... You take care of your mama. Little Frank: I will.
True GritMama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.
Book of a Thousand DaysIn our circle, stress was a valuable status marker: I stress, therefore I am.
Mama: Dispatches from the Frontline of LoveAll right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to - Cat
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