“Umm, let me see. Hmmm, what to say, what to say? Oh, I know. Fuck you.”

“It is not the story I know or the story you tell me that matters; it is what I already know, what I don't want to hear you say. Let it exist this way, concealed; let me always be embarrassed, knowing that you know that I know but pretend not to know.”

“Hmmm. See, in this world, Xirena, the Simi does what she wants and akri, he say, ‘Okay, Simi, whatever you want, Simi.’ Unless it involves eating people; then he usually says no, but that’s the only time. Other than that, he do what the Simi says. See how that works? (Simi)”

“Here, let me break it down for you,so you know what I say is true:Teachers? Teachers make a difference! Now what about you?”

“I don’t know what to say,” he breathed into her hair, squeezing the air from her. “Fuck. Just wait for me.”That was all he needed to say. “I will.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” Aeron.“I do. Fuck.” Paris.”