On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens.


    -Henry Ward Beecher


    Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she told a lie to her friend''s brother so that her friend''s brother drove her to the bus station.


    She brought with her a bottle of orange soda, fifty dollars (half in change), sparkly slippers, and her cell phone.


    He thought he was helping.


    So did she.