We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?" "I hope not," I say

...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426

Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.