The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens.



-Henry Ward Beecher



Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she told a lie to her friend's brother so that her friend's brother drove her to the bus station.



She brought with her a bottle of orange soda, fifty dollars (half in change), sparkly slippers, and her cell phone.



He thought he was helping.



So did she.