I think Brooke needs to go home. I'm kinda tired of her little sad face she keeps using. I think she's limited as far as her voice. Last night was a toughie !
[ What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. - Crowfoot, 1890, on his deathbed. ]
