I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. "Sorry" he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.

Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?

When he smiled, something strange happened to my insides. It was like they turned to liquid.

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

Life's not easy for unicorns, you know. We're a dying breed.

What is the appropriate reply to make to a man who says he loves you? Thank you. You are very kind.