To my son Dylan.
I’ve written this book for you.
It’s a guide for how not to live your life.
I’m sending it out into the world in the hopes
that someday it will find you.
Even if I never do.
All my love,
Dad
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We sit in silence, all the unanswered and unasked questions thicker than the wall of glass between us.
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So quit asking everybody else questions, unless you’re ready to answer some questions yourself.
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Where we goin’?” Wade whispers to me as we approach the white picket fence that surrounds the row of wooden crosses.
For all I know my grandmother could be planning to shoot us and bury us with the rest of the family, but I don’t think it would help to share this notion with Wade
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It is hard to believe that a place this small can hold so much hate, and I have the terrible feeling I’ve only just seen the surface.
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Dude, there should be a law against people singing that bad.
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I was taking a nap in the theater one day while I ditched English, when I looked up and saw Jess on the stage. I had to pinch myself, because I figured either I was dreaming or else I’d died and gone to heaven—which given my history was probably not where I’d end up.
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So don’t ask no questions. Too much truth can be bad.
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How do you know where a story begins?
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I have loved and been loved, thoroughly and deeply by good and decent people who believed in me. Who let me dare to believe in myself.
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