I'm Liking That I Can

Do You Want To Guess What's In Here?" I Asked Dash. "i Think I've Got It Figured Out Already. There's A New Supply Of Red Notebooks In There, And You Want Us To Fill Them In With Clues About The Works Of, Say, Nicholas Sparks." "who?" I Asked. Please, No More Broody Poets. I Couldn't Keep Up. "you Don't Know Who Nicholas Sparks Is?" Dash Asked. I Shook My Head. "please Don't Ever Find Out," He Said.

The Important People In Our Lives Leave Imprints. They May Stay Or Go In The Physical Realm, But They Are Always There In Your Heart, Because They Helped Form Your Heart. There's No Getting Over That.

We're Better Off. But I Don't Know If The World's Better Off. I Don't Know If The Two Are The Same Thing.

With What You Were Talking About Before. The World Being Broken. Maybe It Isn't That We're Supposed To Find The Pieces And Put Them Back Together. Maybe We're The Pieces." Nick Says. "maybe," Nick Says, "what We're Supposed To Do Is Come Together. That's How We Stop The Breaking.

We All Just Took The Bookstore At Its Word, Because If You Couldn't Trust A Bookstore, What Could You Trust?