Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.

Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

I looked at the sweatshirt again. "'You swim' is a philosophy?" He shrugged. "Better than 'you sink', right?

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

This thought was interrupted, suddenly, by a crash from the front entrance. We all looked over just in time to see Adam bending back from the glass, rubbing his arm. "Pull open," Maggie called out. As Leah rolled her eyes, she said, "He never remembers. It's so weird.