I Think Maybe I Know Why,' She

You Can Pick Your Friends, And You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can’t Pick Your Friend’s Nose.

Even With Everything Broken And Decided Inside Her She Couldn't Quite Allow Herself To Disappear For Good.

I Didn't Want To Look At Them, So I Looked Away, And To Look Away Was To Look At Augustus.

And Since She Drove To Work Every Morning, I Could Only Use The Car On Weekends. Well, Weekends And The Middle Of The Goddamned Night.

Books So Special And Rare And Yours That Advertising Your Affection Feels Like A Betrayal.