...and she ran out of the diesel combustion and right to me and we held each other and we were not empty at all. "Holling," she said. "I was so afraid I wouldn't fine you." "I was standing right here, Heather." I said. "I'll always be standing right here.

Whatever it means to be a friend, taking a black eye for someone has to be in it.

It means, Doug Swieteck, that in this class, you are not your brother.

You know how that feels?

Reader, I kissed her. A quiet walk we had, she and I.

Maybe this happens to you every day, but I think it was the first time I could hardly wait to show something that I'd done to someone who would care besides my mother. You know how that feels?

When a girl holds a rose up to you, you run better, let me tell you.