Normally Trapp would just sit back and let the opponents argue, but I think he was offended by her use of the word fixed. She had just called him stupid and lucky. Worse, she blamed his supposedly lucky play on his blindness.
Well, it’s very distracting when we have to keep saying every card out loud,” complained East. “I’m sorry my partner’s blindness makes life so difficult for you,” said Gloria.
One was a fast-talking, skinny white guy. With him was a big dude wearing a cowboy hat and boots.
I’m Felix,” said the skinny guy. “This is my man Moses.
He gave it all to charity,” said my father. “Diabetes research, I can understand that. But cancer research? He didn’t even have cancer!
Nothing in life is easy. But that’s no reason to give up.
She was glad she really loved stories. Suddenly she made a face. “Oh, yuck!” she said. “What is it?” asked Mrs. Jewls. “What if I really love John, too?
Twenty-five Percent Slam.
If a monster says hello to you, you should say hello to it. If you don’t, then I have to wonder which one of you is really the monster.
The next time I get a cat, I’ll kill him. Then he’ll never run away,” said Kathy.
They walked for what seemed like a very long time, and still never came across the Mary Lou. Stanley was pretty sure they were heading in the right direction. He remembered that when they left the boat, they were headed toward the setting sun. Now they were headed toward the rising sun. He knew the sun didn’t rise and set exactly in the.
That’s the Little Dipper. Hey, Armpit, what sign are you?” “This is my sign,” Armpit said, and gave him the finger.
He sometimes daydreamed about sitting beside her in a beautiful meadow and just counting her freckles.
He didn’t want her to know that he didn’t understand, but what he didn’t realize was that she didn’t understand either, so that if he had just told her he didn’t understand, she would have understood, but when he told her he understood, then she didn’t understand.
Tired,” said Jason. “S-L-E-E-P-Y. Tired.
If a donkey could talk, and if the donkey had a sore throat, and if it spoke with a French accent – that was what Mr. Gorf’s voice sounded like.
She was on the outside here too, just like at school. Even in the circular room, with all the fish swimming around her, she was on the outside. She was in the middle, but on the outside.
Your parents are just trying to do what’s best for you,” said Carla. “A lot of people think counselors don’t belong in schools.” She shrugged. “I guess they’re afraid I might full your head with all kinds of crazy ideas.
They had never had a nice teacher. They were terribly afraid of nice teachers.
In fact, they were much too cute to be children.