And Like My Dad Always

I Have Boobs!" Chloe Said Again, A Bit Too Loudly— She'd Already Had A Couple Of Mini Bottles At The Spot. "my Boobs Are Great, Goddammit. You Know That? They're Fantastic! My Boobs Are Amazing.

He Always Did The Leaving. But Not This Time. She Kept Walking, And Did Not Look Back.

But When You're Alone In The World, Really Alone, You Have No Choice But To Be Open To Suggestions.

I Knew This Feeling, The 2 A.m. Loneliness That I'd Practically Invented.

He Doesn’t Love Me. He Might Still Love Me As I Was At Fifteen, When I Didn’t Know Any Better. When I Trusted Everyone. I’m Not That Person Any More. He’s Just A Boy. He Was The First To Really Hurt Me, But He’s Just A Boy. There Were A Lot Of Them.