I'm beginning to lose my eyebrows. The little I had.

The barely legal coed says that I have my own special brand of magic--that is, that I see the world in a different way than most people. I notice things others don't. Affections, emphasis, damage. Brokenness. Hopefulness.

I still need to harness it. I can help people.

But first, I need to help myself.

Ten pages, you're going to be written, and you're going to be written HARD.