The night the wind was, in Robert Cormier's words, "like a snake slithering up my sleeves and into my jacket and my pants legs, too", we pedaled furiously on St. Theresa road. The night we pedaled furiously on St. Theresa road, I had a futile debate.

Now, Robert Cormier was the author of my teenage years. His book I have quoted from, "I Am The Cheese", terrified me in a fascinating way.

"Are you tired?" asked one of the people I was riding with. "You couldn't keep up with us." "No, no," I said, heavily breathing, "I am fine."

When we got to Yost, we originally had intended to play Taboo!; I had intended to spend the night on my brother's futon. Surprisingly, there was no Taboo! set and more surprisingly, no one seemed to care. "It was just an excuse" asserted one.

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