The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
Poor Whiteautism is more like retina patterns than measles
The Reason I Jump: The Inner Voice of a Thirteen-Year-Old Boy with Autism-I’m 60-years-old. -Ma’am, I don’t believe it. -You’re too kind. -It’s true. You look at least 75.
This Book Has No TitleI have to say, old friend, you were supposed to help train her, not drop her off a cliff.
Words of Radiance