The First Boy Was Always

Call It Crazy, Or Just Chicken Salad.

Please. She Sighed. 'can't A Girl Have High Standards? I Don't Want An Ordinary Boy.

Clearly, Sharing Something Could Take You A Long Way, Or At Least To A Different Place Than You'd Planned. Like A Friendship Or A Family, Or Even Jsut Alone On A Curb On A Saturday, Trying To Get Your Bearings As Best You Can.

N The Dark Everyone Felt The Same: The Edges Blurred. When I Think Of Myself Then, What I Was Like Two Years Ago, I Feel Like A Wound In A Bad Place, Prone To Be Bumped On Corners Or Edges. Never Able To Heal.

Once, I Was Easy. Now, I Was Choosy. See? Big Difference.