

Dear StephenDear Stephen, It was nice to see you. I was pleasantly surprised when I ran into you and Debra in the bookstore at the mall that night. I was going to say hi, but you ran away like the frightened little boy that you are before I had the chance to utter a word. Props to Debra, though; she has more guts than you do. Unfortunately, she also has the inability to string together coherent sentences. I think I heard her manage one three-word sentence, but she ghetto-fied it so much that I hardly think it counts. I wonder what either of you were doing inside of a bookstore, since most books usually require a person to understaDear Stephen


butchers crossingThe maxim Nature hates calculators; her methods are saltatory and impulsive, spoken by Ralph Waldo Emerson, attempts to provide commentary on the unpredictability of nature and the impossibility of mortal men's desire to harness it. This maxim is confirmed in Butcher's Crossing, John Williams' western novel that explores the part nature plays in the day-to-day events taking place in the midst of a fading frontier. In the novel, a young Harvard-educated easterner by the name of Will Andrews joins a party of men and embarks on an expedition in the hopes that his experiences in the wilderness will bring him closer to an elevated statbutchers crossing


SillinessThey had never met before, like two sparrows that had also never met before but had accidentally collided with each other in midair because the sun was too bright during the fateful Flying Olympics in Sparrow Nation. Only instead of colliding with her, he had crashed into his cranky old history teacher, who had happened to be crossing the street at the same time. He was walking to Biology like the straight-A-getting, perfect-attendance-holding model student that he was, and then, quite simply, had gotten distracted by her shoes; they were neon green with bright pink laces and went almost all the way up to her knees. She had writtenSilliness


Girls in LoveGirls in Love
I dropped my books with a loud clunk. The third time this week. I really need
a bigger backpack. I made a mental note to tell Mom about this.
A girl, that I didn't know, crouched down to help me. “You're David's little sister, right?” I nodded. “My name's Phoebe,” I said. “Pleased to meet you, I'm Jamie.” ... a.k.a. the Nicest Girl Ever?
I spent my free period after Chemistry researching this “Jamie” girl. She's 16, on the soccer team and perhaps the cutest girl
that I've ev
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I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical, but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.
-The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time
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