See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was an across-a-crowded-room kind of thing. A real moment, you know?" I rolled my eyes. Chloe said, "And this would be Remy?" "Right. Remy," he said, repeating my name with a smile. Then, as if we were happy honeymooners recounting our story for strangers he added, "Do you want to tell the next part?" "No," I said flatly.

In midair, dangling lost above the world.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.

My books are so tame!

Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

Its 75 Degrees! In December!