I'd Probably Still Be A

So I Buy It. The Most Perfect Little Cardigan In The World. People Will Call Me The Girl In The Gray Cardigan. I’ll Be Able To Live In It. Really, It’s An Investment.

We're All Confused, Samantha. We All Need More Time To Think. That's Life. Get Over It.

I Can't Get Over This. Dad Isn't Sam's Dad? Dad Is A Friend? How Was I Supposed To Know That? People Shouldn't Be Allowed To Sign Themselves As Dad Unless They Are Your Dad. It Should Be The Law.

She Doesn’t Really Have A Sense Of Humor. I Think She’d Like To Have One—it’s Just That She Doesn’t Quite Understand What Jokes Are For.

I Feel All Agitated, Like One Of Those Snow Globes You See Resting Peacefully On Shop Counters. I Was Perfectly Happy Being An Ordinary, Dull Little Swiss Village. But Now Jack Harper’s Come And Shaken Me Up, And There Are Snowflakes All Over The Place, Whirling Around Until I Don’t Know What I Think Anymore. And Bits Of Glitter, Too. Tiny Bits Of Shiny, Secret Excitement.