How can you, through my plain and simple words, possible

How can you, through my plain and simple words, possible experience the joy i felt when Robinson jumped into that Los Angeles pool, sledded on the golden sand of the Great Dunes, or kissed me in an ancient temple? How can you understand what Robinson meant to me? His laugh was like a peal of bells. He really did consider Slim Jims to be their own food group. When he played the guitar and sang, whether it was in the cancer ward or in Tompkin's Square Park, everyone stopped to listen. He was magic

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How can one truly grasp the happiness I experienced when Robinson dove into the Los Angeles pool, played on the golden sands of the Great Dunes, or shared a kiss with me in an ancient temple? These moments held deep significance, and it is difficult to convey their essence through simple words. Robinson’s presence meant the world to me, and his laughter was like a beautiful peal of bells, filled with joy and wonder.

He was a magical person, considering even Slim Jims as their own food group and captivating everyone with his guitar and singing, whether in a hospital or a park. His charisma and warmth drew people in, making every moment with him memorable and impactful. Robinson’s spirit and the joy he brought lingered long after these moments, leaving a lasting impression on my heart.

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First Love

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James Patterson

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How can you, through my plain and simple words, possible experience the joy i felt when Robinson jumped into that Los Angeles pool, sledded on the golden sand of the Great Dunes, or kissed me in an ancient temple? How can you understand what Robinson meant to me? His laugh was like a peal of bells. He really did consider Slim Jims to be their own food group. When he played the guitar and sang, whether it was in the cancer ward or in Tompkin's Square Park, everyone stopped to listen. He was magic

It doesn't matter what the end looks like- what matters is that it came. Bam, you're done. But life? There are degrees of life. You can live it well or half-asleep. You can go sledding down a sand dune, or you can spend your life in front of the TV. And i don't mean to sound like a stupid after-school special, but you have to keep living the way we did these last weeks. Risk. That's the secret. Risk everything

And the girl understood something else- and maybe the boy did, too. Love was a magical and infinite. But luck, in the end, was not.

AS WE LAY THERE WE FELT LIKE WE WERE EXTENSTIONS OF EACH OTHER, LIKE OUR BODIES AND OUR HEARTS HAD TO BE TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE WHOLE PERFECT PERSON.

Robinson sat up and peered out at the lawn. I had no idea you were so deprived. They're the best bugs in the world because they can light up their butts. It's how they find mates

How do you know anything for sure? I thought. But i knew the answer to that already. You don't

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

"Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels."

"Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels."

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?" I shrug, stung in spite of myself. "I thought I grew out of it." Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. "I hope you mean sleepwalking," Philip says, "since you obviously didn't grow out of stupid."

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?" I shrug, stung in spite of myself. "I thought I grew out of it." Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. "I hope you mean sleepwalking," Philip says, "since you obviously didn't grow out of stupid."

I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests.