It felt good. I just knew I had to run.
I just stuck with my rise ball. It's hard to hit. When you do, you usually pop it up.
For me, this is really big. I hadn't beaten them. Finally, my senior year we did. This is big.
Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.
(July 10, 1931 - )
The terms of the settlement ... align the interests of research analysts with those of investors, without precluding additional rulemaking if needed.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?