Hope E.l .james Doesn't Think I'm Being

What Do You Do?' She Asks, Holding Out The Vest. 'what Do You Do?' 'what Do You Do?' She Asks, Her Voice Shaking. 'don't Ask Me, Please. Okay, Clay?' 'why Not?' She Sits On The Mattress After I Get Up. Muriel Screams. 'because... I Don't Know,' She Sighs. I Look At Her And Don't Feel Anything And Walk Out With My Vest.

I Think A Lot Of Snowflakes Are Alike...and I Think A Lot Of People Are Alike Too.

I've Been Accused Of Being Very Vain About My Apathy.

I Feel Like I'm Not Smart Enough To Answer The Questions I'm Asked.

Writing A Novel That Works Is An Extremely Difficult Thing To Do. It Requires A Level Of Skill And Dedication That Always Surprises Me.