She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

“That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the ti…”

“I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corr…”

“I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel priv…”

“I am stupid" Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter " And kind, which makes me…”