That's right, unknown
Why--just...why?
I took off the ring she gave me. It hurts to look at it. But whenever I leave my room I put it on, it's none of anyones's business. Damn her. Why does she always do this?
And damn it, where's Dorcas when I need a hug? South freaking America.
H--he--er...go talk to Acacia. Please. - Amos.
So, I've decided I hate slush. It's not rain, or snow. Just gloopy wetness. What purpose does that serve? None I tell you. None.