Somehow, my greeting let him out a sigh of relief. I suppress a smile. I want to be serious but his too good of a smile makes it so hard to do it.
"What's all that about?" I ask him.
He scratches the back of his neck. "I, uh, sorta..." he shrugs, "I don't know. To get your attention? To get you talk to me?"
"Well, I'm talking to you right now and I wantyou to listen very closely."
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Conversations with Dylan
Cerita PendekZoey tucks her head inside a book all day, every day. When she borrows her favorite book, Moby Dick, at the public library, she gasps upon seeing writings on it. She knows those aren't there the last time she has it. So what she did is write back to...
