Imagine Nancy Drew with a thermonuclear capacity and you've pretty much got the idea.
I think far, far too hard about things. These things include magical ponies.
When I was twelve, my Dad and I had 'the Talk.' "Dad," I began, "When a boy and a dictionary love each other very much..."
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying."
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