The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.