You’re a writer. A true writer. Mercurial and solitary. You’re not a flirt like RIP Guinevere Beck—she would have been eye-fucking me by now—but at the same time, you’re too closed off for your own good. You’re letting them get to you, same way I did when I first arrived, but it doesn’t have to be this way. Yes, we’re the outliers, but Glenn was casting a season of Survivor and he did right by us—we have each other—and we need to form an alliance, same way we have to clap our hands every time someone finishes “humble” bragging.
