Okay, so technically, we're being forced to do this. (Wolf: No we're not!)
...Okay, so technically, /I'm/ being forced to do this. We're writing all about our pasts. Wolf's and his sister's, me and my sister's, and basically anyone in Gardenia's Lambs. You know, the only way I can actually spell is with spell check? I only went to the fourth grade before I ran away.
Speaking of which, how is my sister smarter than me even though she only went to third grade before running away with me? (Wolf: Because... stuff that'll be explained much, much later, remember?) Oh, yeah.
Well... I hope you enjoy the stories we have to tell. And trust me, hun, there are a lot. (Wolf: You know, it's not too late to go back to school.) Dude, I'd have to go to college. From fouth grade to college? How about no? Also, I'm a convicted murderer, I can't go to fucking school. (Wolf: ... You could always have your sister teach you...) ABSOLUTELY NOT!