Every time there was an unspoken promise that this would be the last time, but it would only be the last time until the next time.
Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.
You know, my main goal in life is trying not to end up in a straightjacket.
Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.