index | archives | notes | reviews | FAQ Monday, Apr. 14, 2008 | 12:37 p.m. [The Run-Around] I walked up, four minutes late, and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, a chorus from inside--close and getting closer--"Amanda! Amanda! Amanda!" Then the sound of jumping. "Amanda! Amanda!" His mother opened the door and there he was, hopping up and down, yelling my name. God's Judge. God's Gift. << | N | >> whatiscopyright.org