It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will, a passing benediction whose influence did not pass, a holiness, a spell, a momentary chalice for youth.
all riiiiiiiiiiiiight, i got babysitting tomorrow nite and after tomorrow nite! i pray to god the sweet little Arthur will not wake up, pleeeeeeeeeeeease i also hope there won't be too much valentine's day crap on the tellie
it is snowing snowing snowing let's all pray together that tomorrow will be a snow day