It's strictly Mickey Mouse, Paul. britannic blackwell He looked unbelievingly down at himself.
He had been raised in suburban Boston and had lived most of his life in New York City, but he thought he knew what those pained cow-bellows meant. "Hello, Sidewinder Police Station, Officer Humbuggy speaking. Mommy, you're mean! "he sobbed. Not yet. No, more than easy; blissful, like slipping into a warm bath with a good book by one hand and a cold beer by the other. Sitting there, head thrown back, face shiny with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, Paul spoke one of them aloud now, almost as an incantation: "There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves. dingy