Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.
Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar
We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?
Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.
Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?