I said, wouldn't it be nice, instead of having these women fight with each other over men, which seems to be more of a cliche, wouldn't it be wonderful if they were the true comrades and it took these men much more time to infiltrate their friendships.
Then you figure out that if you don't throw it as hard as you can, you can put it where you want. It's more important where you put it.
While waiting for a Moses to lead us into the promised land, we have forgotten how to walk.

