as the shadowy figure paused , my heart skipped a beat and i considered dashing away . the conversation continues about naming my puppy . this was more than just dead , decaying bodies . when i start running again , the horn of a third car jars my nerves , stopping me dead in my tracks . i ca n't wear underwear under this dress , it shows the lines . `` it has nothing to do with last night , this morning , or tomorrow . '' leaders are rarely remembered , especially because their defeats are so often not their fault . 