Words itch beneath my skin, but I can’t find the right ones to tell her that it doesn’t do any good to tear down other girls or herself or anyone or anything. It doesn’t do any good to try and protect yourself, because you can be as hard and sharp as a mace, and someone will still find a way to get in.

Because there is no Wizard of Oz, and there is no protection and no starting new. You just have to find your code, your costume, your mask, your armor: the way to try to keep yourself safe even in a dangerous world. You have to keep going because there is no way around or over or under. So I put the car in park and open up the door and I step out into the snow-white world.

His gaze glossed over a stack of wooden crates and landed on a steamer trunk that was covered with stickers from all over the world.

Mr. Douglas told us true.He knows why the sky is blue.Why the earth spins round and round,And where the next clue can be found.Ask him, maybe, will he tell you?His radio, those ads will sell you.Peppy song will make you wonder,If the world is going under.Bring him something from the doctor--Nothing spicy-while he proctors.It may be those fizzy bubbles, Let him help you with your troubles.

My visage high above your city,Shines like gold, but half as pretty.Arms I've none, but hands I've two:Mondo, mini, black not blue.Climb my stairs and have no fears, All that threatens are my gears.Tucked beneath the mightly wheel,An envelpe shall truth reveal.

Don't you love those crazy Brits?Jumpers for sweaters and spots for zits.And when they want to change their suits,It's in a box, not a booth.Be a hero, make a call.Steepest streets might make you fall.

The Planeswalker knowYOu take the card from the libraryAnd bury it when you're done.On the path, you face history.Walk the path, do the math:Start with the prime numbers under 100Whose digits give you 10.Choose the happy median.Add it to: The square root of The cube of five divided byThe sum of 3 and 2.

For the answer you seek,Look up.

Ephraim found a stack of postcards tied together with a faded green ribbon. He shuffled through them and found they were from every World's Fair from 1915 in San Francisco to 1939 in New York. None of the postcards hed been written on or mailed.

The Raven's author_ _ _Walked down the road, abbreviated so we're told. _ _ The bus came by and one departed,That is to say, he got this. _ _ _Come on now, it's time to play. When water's cold it is that way. _ _ _Put the pieces together, then roll you die. Natural 20! Flying higt!Find the boxes, nearly there:Level up to 7, here is there.