“Ready or not, here I comeI'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seekOlly olly oxen freeShow yourself, you're scaring meCome out, come out, where ever you areYou've taken this thing way too far”

“And I flat out refuseto have one of those livesthat I wouldn’t even wantto read about.”

“I love that sign," I say."I love you," Robin says.I feel my cheeksturn the color of the sky."I love you, too," I say.”

“You're thinking I'm a hopelessly romantic idiot.And you know what?You're right.”

“I wish he hadn't gone and cut his hair.He looks about eight years old.His ears have tripled in size.Everyone's started calling him Dumbo.Which wouldn't be so bad,except they've started calling meMrs. Dumbo.You can't even tellhe's got curly hair anymore.There's nothing leftto run my fingers through.Just this weirdblond AstroTurfsprouting out of his skull.”

“Sometimes I just know things.”

“There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back.About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.”