Hey, Ethan.””Yeah?””Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?””The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”He grinned and shot...
I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.
She didn’t say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn’t hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one...
It wasn’t about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn’t about what she said in class–usually something no one else would’ve...
Jump or stay in the boat.
Well? Is it true? Did she?””Did she what?””You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?
I can’t read your mind, you idiot.
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