“People just... disappear," he says. "The Earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. "Eerie." Kimball yawns, stretching. "Really eerie.""Ominous." I nod my agreement. "It's just"- he sights, exasperated- "futile.”

“Good?” Cam said. “Right?”I took another bite and nodded. “Well, I have a whole ton of them at home.” He stretched as he rolled up his napkin. “Just saying.”

“No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.”

“He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat. "Wow." He said. "What?""You just left me speechless.”

“I had a dream this morning too, and you were in it," he said. "I don't remember what it was about, exactly, but when I woke up I looked at the clock and it was exactly six thirty-two."I felt an eerie tingle all down my back and froze with my spoon halfway to my mouth. "Really?"He smirked and popped the cookie into his mouth. "No”

“i hear people ask, "what is life?" and i just say it's a word!”