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So a few of us got Remy to read TFiOS. It took us a few minutes but he finally agreed and said okay.
But then he threw the book on the ground because Kayla closed his locker and Mrs. Roll freaked out on him for throwing down such a nice book. Favorite. Teacher.
NO. No no no. I don’t want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. Do you know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!
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| — | Will Grayson. Will Grayson, Will Grayson. |
My English teacher, Mrs. Roll, finished The Fault in Our Stars! She said that hardly any books ever make her cry, but she bawled during this book. She’s adding it to her classroom library!
