Anyone Can Express Himself Or

My Heart Is Broken,” She Goes. “it’s Turned To A Piece Of Stone. I’m No Good. That’s What’s As Bad As Anything, That I’m No Good Anymore.

But I Can Hardly Sit Still. I Keep Fidgeting, Crossing One Leg And Then The Other. I Feel Like I Could Throw Off Sparks, Or Break A Window--maybe Rearrange All The Furniture.

I'm Moving To Nevada. Either There Or Kill Myself.

He Wondered If She Wondered If He Were Watching Her.

This Is Awful. I Don't Know What's Going To Happen To Me Or To Anyone Else In The World.