Do you still Kill Gerbils?

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

The reward is in the risk. You can’t stay hidden inside Grandpa’s overprotective cloak forever. You’ve seemed like you needed to grow out of that for a while. Mom and Dad going away, and the red notebook, these things just helped. Now it’s up to you to

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.

Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.