He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.”
I walked to Montevallo.’
‘Forty-two,’ he corrected me. ‘Well. Forty-two there. Forty-two back. Eight-two miles. No. Eight-four. Yes. Eighty-four miles in forty-five hours.’
‘What the hell’s in Montevallo?’ I asked.
‘Not much. I just walked til I got too cold, and then I turned around.’”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska (via wolfsbaneshampoo)