What Do I Believe? I Do Not

Be Brave, Beatrice. I Love You.

Sometimes Crying Or Laughing Are The Only Options Left, And Laughing Feels Better Right Now.

Your Daughter Is Doing Well Here. I've Been Overseeing Her Training." Since When Does "overseeing" Include Throwing Knives At Me And Scolding Me At Every Opportunity?

Okay. Then...i Can Talk. Ask Me Something." "okay." He Laughs Shakily In My Ear. "why Is Your Heart Racing Tris?" I Cringe And Say, "well, I...i Barely Know You. I Barely Know You And I'm Crammed Up Against You In A Box, Four, What Do You Think?"... "maybe You Were Cut Out For Candor," He Says, "because You're A Terrible Liar.

Learning How To Think In The Midst Of Fear Is A Lesson That Everyone Needs To Learn.