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So Much Saintlike Patience Cannot Be Good For Anyone.

Pain Is Only What You Allow It To Be

Grief Makes You Feel Alone, But You're Not. I Know You Don't Believe In-in Religion-the Same Way I Do, But You Can Believe You're Surrounded By People Who Love You, Can't You?

That Jem Makes Beautiful Things And I Destroy Them. That It Really Ought To Be Me Dying And Not Him. I Mean, What's The Point Of Living If You Can't Even Enjoy It? Yet Jem Enjoys All The Life He's Got. It's Not Fair.

Pretty Soon The Only People Left Without A Girlfriend Will Be Me And Wendell The School Janitor, And He Smells Like Windex." "at Least You Know He's Still Available.