Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.

But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.

Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.

Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.

if i win and you die, i dont have a home to go back to. you are my life.