You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.
For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.
...It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.