When the boss is away, work becomes a holiday.
Eric has really developed the facilities and won some regional recognition for the team and helped establish it.
It's an open question whether or not White House can maintain the momentum it's had.
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?