He rubbed his goatee peering at her black

He rubbed his goatee peering at her black leotard over his espresso. She grabbed his beret and flung it. "You just hate me because I want to dig the world always!" Beatniks were

His beret got picked up by the wind and blown farther away. The man in the business suite got up and walked off. He cried into his coffee, and ran after his beret.

He realized he'd become just like "the old man." His old man chased his beret. His old man was an intellectual snob. He'd sworn that he'd never turn out like that. But it happened

For one thing, his comments on FS were always critical of others' grammatical errors.

Adding insult to injury, he was no paragon of grammatical precision by himself neither. His folds dangled paranthetical phrases and split infinitives, but him resolved to reform wh

ile finishing sentences with a preposition. Why would he do that for? Go on and gerund all you want. No one is watching, the teacher took off with the soccer coach ten minutes

ago to go somewhere about. What are you thinking of? No matter. We will get through. "No," the teacher said. "I can't be with you. You end your sentences with... prepositions."

That was it. I could see by the teacher's face it was over. "Well, see you around," I said sadly. "There you go again," she chided. I set my sights on the volleyball coach instead.

He trafficked me as a domestic slave to import-exporters living on a small island off Zanzibar. I don't get out much, but it's quite pretty - monkeys, birds, that kind of thing.