Tonight, Darling, We Are Going To Right

You Used," He Said, And Then Took A Sharp Breath, "to Call Me Augustus.

I Have Never Really Thought Of Him As A Person, Either.... A Guy Whose Strings Were Broken, Who Didn’t Feel The Root Of His Leaves Of Grass Connected To The Field, A Guy Who Was Cracked. Like Me.

I Am Crying, He Thought, Opening His Eyes To Stare Through The Soapy, Stinging Water. I Feel Like Crying, So I Must Be Crying, But It's Impossible To Tell Because I'm Underwater. But He Wasn't Crying. Curiously, He Felt Too Depressed To Cry. Too Hurt. It Felt As If She'd Taken The Part Of Him That Cried.

I Don't Like Reindeer. They Seem Like Regular Deer, Only More Dangerous.

As Long As We Don't Die, This Is Gonna Be One Hell Of A Story.