My parents reverted to their Catholic faith through the charismatic renewal, so I was raised charismatic.
Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do yo… - Regina Doman
Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do yo…
- Regina Doman
The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general. - Regina Doman
The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general.
I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' … - Regina Doman
I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' …
My parents reverted to their Catholic faith through the charismatic renewal, so I was raised charismatic. - Regina Doman
The sense of danger made her lift up her head higher. There were battles coming. But life was meant to be a battle, wasn't it? There was nothing to f… - Regina Doman
The sense of danger made her lift up her head higher. There were battles coming. But life was meant to be a battle, wasn't it? There was nothing to f…
His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see. - Regina Doman
His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.
Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here. - Regina Doman
Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.
It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every eveni… - Regina Doman
It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every eveni…
Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework ass… - Regina Doman
Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework ass…
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