A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

It is so hard to leave-until you leave.

What can we do?" Mom asked again. I shrugged. But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me for hours while the tide rolled in.

Whatever, bro. We both had a long day. Too much drama. I'll TTYS." I wanted to ridicule him for using chatspeak IRL, but I found myself lacking the energy.

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.