Cinderella!" Dov Cried. "let Down Your Hair!

That's Because You're Interpreting It The Wrong Way. I Didn't Mean It As A Wistful, Overdramatic Declaration. I Mean That The Love I Felt For Him Was Huge And Real, And, While Painful, It Forever Changed Me As A Person, In The Same Way That Being Your Brother Reflects And Changes How I Evolve, And Vice Versa. The Important People In Our Lives Leave Imprints. They May Stay Or Go In The Physical Realm, But They Are Always There In Your Heart, Because They Helped Form Your Heart. There's No Getting Over That.

Males Are The Most Incomprehensible Species.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

I Figured Being A Bed Salesman Was A Job Of Biblically Bad Paradox. I Mean, Here He Was, Forced To Stand For Eight Or Nine Hours A Day, And The Whole Time He’s Surrounded By Beds. And Not Only That, He’s Surrounded By Shoppers Who See The Beds And Can’t Help But Think, Man, I’d Love To Lie Down On That Bed For A Second. So Not Only Does He Have To Stop Himself From Lying Down, But He Has To Stop Everyone Else From Doing It, Too. I Knew If I Were Him, I Would Be Desperate For Human Company.

Why Should I Tell You?" He Asked, With No Small Amount Of Petulance. "if You Tell Me, I Will Leave You Alone," I Said. "and If You Don't Tell Me, I'm Going To Grab The Nearest Ghostwritten James Patterson Romance Novel And I Am Going To Follow You Through This Store Reading It Out Loud Until You Relent." Now I Could See The Fright Beneath The Defiance.