“I still don't even know for sure what a tendril is.”
“I don't know what is love about and I'm not sure I believe in it anyway.”
“Eddie, It's like you died that night," he whispers.So that's it. I died.I've been dead.I blink back the tears and pick at the mattress, but I don't say anything. I don't know what I could say to him. I don't know how to convince him I'm still here when I'm not sure of it myself anymore.”
“I don't even know what a cup is.”
“Even I don't know what you're doing, and I know everything.”
“I don't even know what street Canada is on.”