Reid@YWP

TWO GIRLS sit on the slanted rooftop of 
a suburban house on the Amish hillside, 
ignoring the jargoning mosquitos 
buzzing around their heads and spectating the 

Otherworlder: I sit and I watch them go along with their animals, or pets as they call them. They love these animals that they have tamed, walk them around, caress or "pet" them, feed them, sometimes even buy them lavish gifts.

Over the course of a day, there are many people to be seen.

For anyone who's been thinking about Valentine's day, or not, I just wish so much that for once I could get someone to like me back. But then do I? It's fine to be single and I'm fine being single, but I hate being called single.