How strange is human... Neither he can tolerate rude manners nor good manners

You’re worried about your mother dying, aren’t you,” Leah said, putting her cheek on my forearm. “I can tell.” For a moment I hesitated, but I could hear the call for intimacy in her voice, the desire for me to let her enter those grottoes where I tended my own fear of my mother’s illness.

Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane.

Written By Gary Paulsen

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