The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
ROBERT FROST
YOU ARE READING
By The Time You Read This
Teen Fiction"Connor, By the time you read this, I'll be gone. Both figuratively and literally, I suppose. You're probably wondering why I'm dumping this all on you. The thing is, you're the only person I could recall who really knew me before I forgot who I was...
