
[text ID: Sometimes people go to a place where few others go, places most people can’t get to, and then they get stuck there. /end ID]

[text ID: Sometimes people go to a place where few others go, places most people can’t get to, and then they get stuck there. /end ID]

[text ID: A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible. /end ID]

[text ID: Sure, everyone wants the same things—to belong, and to not be left behind—but still, does it help? Perhaps. /end ID]