“The name sounds almost too perfect. And as I said, you look perfect, too. The only thing left... is to be perfect.”

“I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking?I couldn’t. It was too soon.”

“I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.”

“Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.”

“And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.”

“And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.”

“With her fingers running back up my arms, and all this sperm talk, things are getting a little too intense down below. I lean slightly forward, conveniently placing my forearms across my lap.”