Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

“I can walk myself,” I mutter. “Did you learn recently? You’re not good at it.”

Even though I keep buying more bookshelves, I can never keep up with my book-buying habit.

“I know you’re a bit of a caveman, Nalle,” Eli says, “but that has to be the weirdest one-word sentence you’ve ever come out with.”