All The Things Paper-thin And Paper-frail, And

It Is Not My Fault That My Parents Own The World's Largest Collection Of Black Santas.

Tuesday—we Had School For The First Time. Madame O’malley Had A Moment Of Silence At The Beginning Of French Class, A Class That Was Always Punctuated With Long Moments Of Silence, And Then Asked Us How We Were Feeling. “awful,” A Girl Said. “en Français,” Madame O’malley Replied. “en Français.

Above Us, The Wind Blew And The Branching Shadows Rearranged Themselves On Our Skin. Gus Squeezed My Hand. "it Is A Good Life, Hazel Grace.

Do You Ever Wonder Whether People Would Like You More Or Less If They Could See Inside You?

In The Darkest Days, The Lord Puts The Best People Into Your Life." (p. 28)