You're Beautiful, Roza. So Beautiful It Hurts

Oh, So That's Why You're Up Here. For A Pity Party." "this Isn't A Joke. I'm Serious." I Could Tell Lissa Was Getting Angry. It Was Trumping Her Earlier Distress. He Shrugged And Leaned Casually Against The Sloping Wall. "so Am I. I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought The Hats. What Do You Want To Mope About First? How It's Going To Take You A Whole Day To Be Popular And Loved Again? How You'll Have To Wait A Couple Weeks Before Hollister Can Ship Out Some New Clothes? If You Spring For Rush Shipping, It Might Not Be So Long.

Conversation Was Irrelevant. Only Pie Mattered.

I Felt My Heart Breaking All Over Again. Why? Why Had This Happened To Us? Why Was The Universe So Cruel?

We All Stared At The Scoreboard In Stunned Silence. Only Carter Was Able To Get Anything Out. "that," He Told Robert Exuberantly, "is How A Bird In The Hand Gets Up Before The Early Worm." "that Doesn't Make Any Sense," Said Roger. Carter Pointed At The Scoreboard. "neither Does That, But There You Have It.

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go