Cole pounces on my shoulders, sending me backwards, and I chuckle, taking him in my arms, "I would play with you but I don't wanna hurt Eli," I sigh, "Sorry."
He rolls his eyes before burying his head underneath me, huffing. I look at Mark, mouthing, This dog is strange.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there.” I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful. — John Green, Looking for Alaska
