He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.

was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called - nay we call ourselves and write our name - Crusoe; and so my companions

In every friendship, at some point comes a test. Never before in my experience, however, had it involved food.

More than once she’d felt as though they were talking at each other rather than to each other.

No one said a word; it was as if they were waiting for me to retract my question. Jan's hand found mine and held it. "What the hell is this? A wake?" My grandpa came out of the house carrying a tray of buns.

her only comfort was to curse each searing day with a creative lexicon she didn’t know she possessed.

Bentley Little

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