Time, on the other hand, had a way of calling up their shared past and reminding them of just how intense their relationship was. The fact that their ...espective marriages had begun to sour also helped cultivate their thoughts of each other. They found themselves talking again, on the phone and some text messages as well. They ranged from the friendly and conversational to hints of the passions they had once known. They had started to hint at meeting up, but had not been able to commit to doing. I’ve been diagnosed with a chronic fear of giants.He says I have Feefiphobia.“Orion’s Belt is a big waist of space.”Terrible joke. Only three stars.Scene: costume partyA: what are you dressed as?B: can’t you tell, I’m a harp!A: your costume is too small to be a harp...B: calling me a lyre?!Bloke goes to a costume party, stark naked, painted green with his girlfriend on his back. Someone asks ‘what are you supposed to be?’, he replies ‘I’m a tortoise’. ‘What about her?’, he replies... ‘that’s. I'm asking you.Well, a basic principle is never to do one's enemy a small hurt. But we put a big hurt on those guys. Let's hope they're afraid of you now.Hope?One thing I've learned is that individual humans are contrary and unpredictable. Mobs tend to follow certain patterns. Individuals, however, can do things for reasons that are hard to guess or understand.Dad pulled into the garage, and we got out. "Damn, there's blood all over the seat," Dad said. Oops. Neither of us had thought to put. The motion spoke volumes; with a simple squeezing of his hand he would be able to control my entire body. I didn’t know if he would bury my face in the pillow, or break my neck, or squeeze my head in its entirety and squish my brains into a paste.“I… I understand.” I said, sheepishly resigned. “Art?”“Yes?” He said as he ran his hand through my hair and shifted his weight around on the bed.“Please don’t hurt me.”Art didn’t reply. He had taken off his shorts and had cast them to the floor. His.