Let's Make A Deal: You Figure Out

But It Is A Pipe." "no, It's Not," I Said. It's A Drawing Of A Pipe. Get It? All Representations Of A Thing Are Inherently Abstract. It's Very Clever.

And I Will Forget Her, Yes. That Which Came Together Will Fall Apart Slowly, But She Will Forgive My Forgetting, Just As I Forgive Her For Forgetting Me And The Colonel And Nothing But Herself And Her Mom In Those Last Moments As She Spent As A Person.

... She Called It A Paper Town. Like, You Know, Everything So Fake And Flimsy.

She Fell Apart Because That's What Happens.

Not That Smart. Not That Hot. Not That Nice. Not That Funny. That's Me: I'm Not That.