Grace. I've never done anything with grace. It should come naturally to me. I've been around it all my life. Now dreams and rockets go up in smoke and I've learned to enjoy the show.
Cursed with a good memory, I pore through old stories and old sweaters, looking for a second dose of satisfaction. How on earth did I get here?
I dry my palms and count my lucky stars. They're all my lucky stars.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.