The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.
Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.
"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.
There's so much wonder in the world. Don't let no one tell you otherwise.
She looks at me. She does. She.
It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.