Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

My mother read that parents should spend quality time with their children. One way is to sign up for organized activities together. This month we're taking meditation to free the mind. Last month it was Rolfing. Have you ever Rolfed, Tone?" "Only after the school's shepherd's pie," I said.

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.