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There’s a place we go. Sometimes it’s in the woods, sometimes in the mountains.

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Illegitimi non carborundum.

Amanda, Amanda, Amanda, you will be remembered right.

I will leave the building with her, and we will walk together for several blocks. It will be night. Before we leave, she will say something to me, she will make some remark about the tone of my voice.

After a whole night of chatting and lovemaking, you got up at about ten o’clock the next morning. For a rich brunch, Hua hired a driver to take you two to Daoxiang Village, one of the most famous restaurants in Zhuhai.

Pete can never decide if the gossamer substance begins its emergence from out of the dark while he is still sleeping, or if an elliptical void hovers over him and something within waits until his eyes creak open…

Destiny smiled at him at birth. As he grew, the people around him smiled as well. Young and curious, he roamed the streets willfully, skirting around the rules and skipping lessons, but got away with it all.

The leaves softly danced as the wind gently coerced them to leave behind their home and set out to distances untraversed. They slowly let the wind pull at them, knowing it wasn’t yet time to let go.

Bicycle Jones rolled down Woodward with his big wheels. All around him, cars driving double the speed limit turned the avenue into a wind tunnel, but he couldn’t keep up.

In Luxembourg, medieval buildings line ancient works of architecture so old they’ve become part of the natural world. In Luxembourg, the food tastes like a rich, abundant heaven that you could use to stuff a very expensive pillow.

You can’t fit any food, water, or light in the box that Noah stuffed me in after he got sick of me. But that’s fine, maybe I didn’t need all that stuff, and maybe I was better without him.

“Welcome back.”

My eyes snapped open. Huh?

“Would you like to answer a few questions?”

I didn’t know what love was back then, but I felt it.

What more can I tell you to make you understand that we live together in the house of melatonin? This is our postcard. This is our psychedelic watermark.

It was another blowout fight, the third one this week. You always take things too personally. You’re too sensitive. Why don’t you lighten up?

Part of the show was playing tricks to feel like I was living. See, audiences don’t want to see some random little girl dying in front of their eyes.

A shiver ran down his spine. Yes, he thought, submerged by a sudden sadness. It wasn’t about his illness or about the things he wouldn’t be able to do.

In a time of stories, long ago, a shining stone sprung from the earth and raced across the specked canvas of the night sky to join his forebears.

I am insufferable. I find myself at this intrepid stage of girlhood: sixteen and longing—a martyr of her own accord. A lewd, naïve, obsessive thing, and utterly unstoppable.