[…] beyond whatever - a comfort to consider those bones - Or run my hand over elastic frail ribcage, the woman I love, her pulse of desire. What store of affection inside the bonehouse? Tilt of the chin, and how her denim skirt falls to her shoes.

Leighton Baines, playing with distinction again, sent over a left-wing cross with pace and accuracy. Welbeck, prominently involved all night, could not reach it but Rooney was directly behind him, flashing his header past Szczesny.

At one point the count even helped me practice my numbers, as we counted puppet bats together on the children's television program Sesame Street, singing out, “ONE, TWO, THREE, AH AH AH AH AH!

Because I do not want to just talk about it, we've got to figure out a way to change the public schools and then disengage from the public schools by putting my kid in some hooty tooty private school someplace.