Who am I kidding? If I wind up a bluestocking spinster with eight cats, it'll be because I chose it. And I'll love every minute of it. This, my friends, is my life, written by God and by myself and by no one else. Though I adore its cast of characters, invented and non-invented.
My life is, and will be, good. After all, I am Sarah Peters!
Oz has spoken.
Friday, December 10, 2004
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