they climbed the pile of debris , making their way higher and higher . half of me hoped i 'd never see him again , but the other half knew i had to . she was life and excitement and joy and ecstasy and stuff . by now i would have given my soul to have a conversation about corn . when he was with jasmine , he felt like an eagle soaring above the clouds . on the tables were a selection of blades and sharp instruments . i could see where they were coming from . 