There she lay trampled and squashed. Grabbing endless opportunities and living the New York lifestyle didn’t turn out to be as rewarding as Ms. Grape had hoped.

He was telling them in a confident tone: I’m strong. I don’t need any of you. But for some reason they didn’t seem to care. All they did was point their phones.

I witness love, frugality, leisure, education, strife, and idealism. Then, filled with your secrets, I part--holding on to the memories firmly. I am a notebook.

She filled the room so completely with her presence that she pushed out the audience whose attention she was trying to capture in such a deceivingly casual way.

We Are Perfect For Each Other
As I fancied you,
You fancied me.
Kisses that I blew,
You caught with glee.
That’s how I can be absolutely sure that we are meant to be.

“Edward, make me a vampire!”
“Alright, just put in these vampire teeth… oh, no, I must have lost them… let’s have sex.”
“Will that make me a vampire?”
“Yes, sure.”

“Oh, it’s Marica Pellegrinelli’s luggage tag!”
“Who?”
“She’s Eros Ramazzotti’s girlfriend!”
“Who?”
“Ramazzotti. He’s a celebrity in Europe.”
“Well, this is America.”

“Let’s be friends with other countries.”
“No, no, let’s start wars to settle things. Or better yet, let’s talk to people to settle things but behave like jerks.”

At 6pm, Tuesday, the peace treaty was signed. The kid’s room’s sovereignty was restored and our brave troopers are returning home to their families in Toy York.

Yes, and he hid his treasure somewhere deep in the New York subway system, laying out little hints which, if you follow them, lead you right to the hiding spot.