All Hurt Is Brain Hurt.

Language Buries, But Does Not Resurrect.

Imagine Others Complexly.

He'd Fought Hard, Lida Told Me, As If There Was Another Way To Fight.

I'd Had Nearly Four Years Of Experience Looking At These Clocks, But Their Sluggishness Never Ceased To Surprise. If I Am Ever Told That I Have One Day To Live, I Will Head Straight To The Hallowed Halls Of Winter Park High School, Where A Day Has Been Known To Last A Thousand Years.

He Really Was Beautiful. I Know Boys Aren’t Supposed To Be, But He Was.