Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.
And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.
Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.
The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.
You say into my cracks and I saw into yours.
It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.