the hardest thing to do as a young writer is to finish something , and that was what i was learning how to do . there are clothes and money and id stashed for me . '' yet nicholas did just that , giving the boy a firm , yet loving , sit down . me on the floor like an octopus falling out of a tree wrapped up in my panties . she didnt understand what was going on . just get away from me and mine . '' she shook her head as if to clear it . 