Our Year of Maybe

by Rachel Lynn Solomon

head inside. It’s much warmer, and Chase’s glasses fog up.

Reallll

I’ve got homemade pizza in the oven. You like pizza, right? What kid doesn’t like pizza?

*raises hand*

A first kiss in a bookstore has got to be the best kind of first kiss.

I have no words left. All the books in the store have stolen them from me.

I decide on bow ties. I know they don’t actually taste different from other pasta shapes, but they’ve always been my favorite.

I Run

Run should not be capitalized

diamonds are

Both should be capitalized