“A text pops up on the screen. It’s from Luis. I can’t help but grin when I read his perfectly thought-out message.Luis: Hey”

“And so, when I began to read the proffered pages, I at one moment lost the train of thought in the text and drowned it in my own feelings. In these seconds of absence and self-oblivion, centuries passed with every read but uncomprehended and unabsorbed line, and when, after a few moments, I came to and re-established contact with the text, I knew that the reader who returns from the open seas of his feelings is no longer the same reader who embarked on that sea only a short while ago.”

“I can’t help it." I sighed. "One can never help being born into perfection.”

“When I can’t write I read. When I can’t read I sleep. And when I can’t sleep I write.”

“Jonas, stop doing that!""What? Helping you?" He picked up the knife she'd dropped and handed it to her."No, popping out of thin air."Jonas smiled at her then. A huge grin, and shook his head. Then gave one quick nod, turned and was gone.”

“His dimple appeared. “I can’t help it. I’m part wolf. I have four stomachs.”“That’s cows, you idiot,” I said with a laugh.He grinned, “Moo.”-Caeden and Sophie”