This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

Suffering is universal.

But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman.

Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are visible, and his arms hug plastic bags. I can see the back of Lacey's legs beneath her dress, her calves tight in midstride. I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

She fell apart because that's what happens.