Cursed?" I Offered, My Voice Croaky Because

Lana Looked At Me Like I’d Just Said I’d Never Watched Bring It On, Or Something.

...men Aren't In Touch With Their Emotions, And Don't Share Enough [?]

It Was Considerably Larger Than A Knife Hilt.

I've Only Been Gone A Week," I Reminded Him. Well, A Week's A Long Time. It's Seven Days. Which Is One Hundred And Sixty-eight Hours. Which Is Ten Thousand, Eighty Minutes. Which Is Six Hundred Thousand, For Hundred Seconds.

I Looked Where He Was Tapping. "local Girl Missing, Feared Dead" Beneath It Was A Photo Or Me-my Most Recent School Photo. "oh No." My Heart Filling With Dread, I Took The Paper From Mr. Smith's Hands. "couldn't They Have Found A Better Picture?