“I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate.”
“I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.”
“I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.”
“But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?”
“With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy”
“Was it for this I uttered prayers,And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,That now, domestic as a plate,I should retire at half-past eight?”