Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world.

What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant
gone.

I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.

Jeżeli dadzą ci papier w linie, pisz w poprzek.

Those who say they would rather fight to the death than be raped are fools. I would rather be raped a thousand times. You do what you have to.