The Whole Pleasure Of Being In A

I Think About How Much Depends Upon A Best Friend. Then You Wake Up In The Morning You Swing Your Legs Out Of Bed And You Put Your Feet On The Ground And You Stand Up. You Don't Scoot To The Edge Of The Bed And Look Down To Make Sure The Floor Is There. The Floor Is Always There. Until It's Not.

I Can't Remember, Because I Never Knew.

Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!' He Screamed. 'so That's Sara,' I Said. 'yes.' 'she Seems Nice.

Books—they Weren't Ladders Out Of The Abyss, But They Were Companions.

That Didn’t Happen, Of Course. Things Never Happened The Way I Imagined Them.