It rang and it rand and it rang. I looked at the screen one last time, then at Stuart, and then I reached my arm back and threw the phone as hard as I could (sadly, not that far), and it vanished into the snow. The eight-year-olds, who were truly fascinated with our every move at this point, chased after it. 'Lost it,' I said. 'Whoops.

New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.

Sometimes artist like to catch themselves looking out, let the world see them for once. It's a signature. This one is a very bold one. But this is also a witnessing. We want to remember, and we want to be remembered. That's why we paint.

Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.

With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.