And they traveled and did witty things in places with different forms of humor, and were sent home in small boxes marked “Return to sender.”

When she came over he complained about having too many things. She told him she had needs. And then they tried to figure out who meant what.

They climbed the hill to watch the approaching storm. The far off clouds threatened malice. She sighed. I hope it’s not contagious, she said

The sound of the woods were everywhere around them now. They held eachother, cowering in fear. I don’t even care about the economy, she said

He was a sensitive boy, and he hated himself. Unpopped popcorn depressed him. And so he took a job at a movie theater. And didn’t last long.

His plans revolve around killing the owner of the bait shop. And he’s still surprised by its failure. I bet Hollywood’ll like it, he thinks.

And then when he said, But I’m a real nice guy, she sized him up and thought about the hidden messages we all speak and she said, No thanks.