What's Wrong With People?" She

We're Fumbling In The Dark, But At Least We're In Motion.

Of Course, If I Eat All Of Him, If I Spare His Brain, He'll Rise Up And Follow Me Back To The Airport, And That Might Make Feel Better. I'll Introduce Him To Everyone, And Maybe We'll Stand Around And Groan For A While. It's Hard To Say What 'friends' Are Any More, But That Might Be Close.

What Happened? How Did I Get Here? How Could I Have Known That My Choices Mattered?

I've Always Been Interested In Writing From The Perspective Of An Outsider.

What's Wrong With People?" She Says, Almost Too Quiet For Me To Hear. "were They Born With Parts Missing Or Did It Fall Out Somewhere Along The Way?