His Every Syllable Flirted. Honestly, He Kind

I Liked Being A Person. I Wanted To Keep At It.

As He Read, I Fell In Love The Way You Fall Asleep: Slowly, And Then All At Once.

We Were Very Different, And We Disagreed About A Lot Of Things, But He Was Always So Interesting, You Know?

Some Tourists Think Amsterdam Is A City Of Sin, But In Truth It Is A City Of Freedom. And In Freedom, Most People Find Sin.

Augustus Waters Died Eight Days After His Prefuneral, At Memorial, In The Icu, When The Cancer, Which Was Made Of Him, Finally Stopped His Heart, Which Was Also Made Of Him.