around this time i began to realize that my radio career that i was determined to start was going nowhere due to a mix between the economy and poor timing and judgment and i was at a crossroads wondering what it was that i was going to do with my life because i was n't set on just having a job , i wanted to start a career . then one night while we were sitting around and talking liz lit the light bulb above my head . '' why do n't you write ? '' i looked at her puzzled . '' you 're good at it and you love to do it so why not
write

i 'd been coming in this little coffee shop every day for the past two months for the sole purpose of getting to know her . i know that simply asking her out might be a quicker approach , but if she accepted , and because of her meekness i 'm not convinced that she would , people are n't always themselves on the first few dozen dates . i figured that in her workplace when she was in her own element , she was more likely to be
herself

'' i was wondering if you could tell me . '' marlon broke out of his stately posture , and approached his master to start rearranging the clothes messed up or removed by annie 's examination . '' they 're at the sacred heart cemetery , in the family graveyard . '' '' thank you , sir . until monday . we 'll see ourselves out so marlon can help you with your
clothing