One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas." "What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean." "Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.
Maureen JohnsonI like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.
Maureen JohnsonYou can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.
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