"Ethan, would you like a corn dog for dinner?" I asked, knowing that Ethan dreams of a world made of corn dogs.
"No, I'm done with those now."What? Okay, you've got to give me a second to recover and come up with Plan B...or C. I think you just tore a hole in the fabric of the universe.
- 7 February 2008
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