I Feel Like I Might Start Crying

Sunlight Feels Warm And Rough Against Your Skin Like A Kiss On The Cheek From Your Dad.

The Fundamental Mistake I Had Always Made - And That She Had, In Fairness, Always Led Me To Make - Was This: Margo Was Not A Miracle. She Was Not An Adventure. She Was Not A Fine And Precious Thing. She Was A Girl.

If You Don't Live A Life In Service Of A Greater Good, You've Gotta At Least Die A Death In Service Of A Greater Good, You Know? And I Fear That I Won't Get Either A Life Or A Death That Means Anything.

By The Power Of The Superglue Beer Sword, I Designate You My Driver!

And So That Is The Question I Leave You With In This Final: What Is Your Cause For Hope?