Before We Sit Down, He Puts His

I Decide To Do What I Always Do When I'm Not Sure What's Going On: I Act Like Everyone Else.

Just Do What You're Supposed To.

Scrubbing The Floor When No One Else Wanted To Was Something That My Mother Would Have Done. If I Can't Be With Her, The Least I Can Do Is Act Like Her Sometimes.

We May Both Be Bad, But There’s A Huge Difference Between Us—i’m Not Content With Being This Way.

It Seems Like The Rebellions Never Stop, In The City, In The Compound, Anywhere. There Are Just Breaths Between Them, And Foolishly, We Call Those Breaths “peace".