They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.

“So dawn goes down to day, the poet wrote. Nothing gold can stay.”

“Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains…”

“todo el mundo debería tener amor verdadero, y debería durar como mínimo toda la…”

“I was kidding, Hazel Grace. I understand. ( But we both know that okay is a ver…”