The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean,

I Am Bigger Than The Box I'm In.

I Was Horribly Bookish, To The Point Of Coming Right Out And Saying It, Which I Knew Was Not Socially Acceptable.

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.

It Broke The Spell. It's Not That I Stopped Being Happy. I Was Still Inexplicably, Utterly Happy. But Suddenly The Happiness Had Implications.

It Still Might Be A Shock. To Realize You Are Just One Story Walking Among Millions.