When something awful happens, sometimes people get stuck.

It was better that we never apologized to each other. Then we'd be admitting that we were wrong and we owed each other something. That's where people got into trouble.

How did we get to this place where we had to be tough all the time and never said how much we loved each other?

I mean, even in these snow pants,check out my ass.

Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

The TV said you should ignore bullies and they would stop harassing you. In practice this worked about half the time. The other half, you ended up with two tall boys shadowing you through a trailer park, their fingers taking little nips at your clothes, like dogs.