The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

“the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heave…”

“Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used…”

“We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded …”

“Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.”