My Mom Has A Tape From When

I Haven’t Prepared My Speech Yet,” I Sighed And Tove Stood Up. “what Should I Say About Him?” “well, If You Plan To Say Anything Nice, You’re Going To Have To Lie,” Tove Muttered As He Walked Over To His Closet.

He Kissed Me Desperately, Like A Drowning Man And I Was His Oxygen.

I Tended To Hate People That Hit Me In The Head Without Warning.

He Hadn’t Been Peeping Intentionally; He’d Been Trying To Sneak Into My Room. So That Was Slightly Less Creepy, I Supposed.

I Usually Plan To Read A Book For A Half-hour Before Bed, But Then I End Up Staying Awake Until 3 A.m. To Finish It. Fortunately, My Dog Doesn't Mind When I Keep The Bedside Lamp On.