Why Would You Try To Kill This

It's Fine," I Repeated. And Whatever. It Was Fine. It Had To Be.

I'm Sorry. I Know You Loved Her. It Was Hard Not To.

I Think That It's A Universal Urge To Have Our Pain Not Be Felt Alone And To Have Our Joys Not Be Felt Alone.

The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

So Why Don't You Go Home For Vacations?' I Asked Her. I'm Just Scared Of Ghosts, Pudge. And Home Is Full Of Them.