I had never met creatures more cowardly than those two mice, but, for some reason, they would never abandon each other.
Here is my official statement on why I do most things alone: I am a lone wolf. I am comfortable with myself. Here is another explanation: There is something about me that is fundamentally unlikeable.
HEATWAVE: A literary response
How well do you think you know your friends?
“A love so big it obliterated any kindness.”
“I didn’t know I had made a family of friends until it was already happening.”