And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's something that happens with you.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.

That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

It just goes to show, if you try to ruin someone's life, it only gets better. You just don't get to be a part of it.

And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.

Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.