"summer is coming," exclaimed the rabbit, "it's coming to wash us away."

"there's a ledge not far from the quarry, past stevens point and the running spring, where simon and the others played freeze-tag with the kids from mansfield, where jenny and sean hurled rocks at the stars like comets in reverse, and where stacy, dressed in blue jeans and a shirt with an armadillo on it that she bought from the thrift store on 2nd, the one with the mannequin in a tuxedo, threw herself into the morning sun."

andy and i had known each other for almost five years, since homecoming senior year, and we were friends. we would get together with the rest of the group every now and again and talk about what it was that we expected to happen after high school and compare those answers to the reality of it all. we'd talk and reminisce about what we called the "good times", even though the times we considered "bad", the ones we used to validate our "good" ones, never held up to their label. but it wasn't until the last few months that we became, what she would call, good friends.