Some Things Have To Be Believed To

There Was One Thing Bridget Like About Guys. They Took Insults Well.

She Kept Walking. The Very Small, Brave Part Of Her Brain Knew That This Would Be Her One Chance. If She Turned Around, She Would Lose It.

She Wanted Him To Notice Her So Much.

When You Feel Someone Else's Pain And Joy As Powerfully As If It Were Your Own, Then You Know You Really Loved Them.

What If People Knew They Were Recycled? Would That Change Anything?