“I press my eyes shut and will the thoughts away. But they refuse to comply, and instead, they lodge themselves in the crevasses of my brain, poking out just enough that I know they're still with me, like a tiny splinter in your baby toe that gnaws away at you with every step you take.” KnowsStillsEnoughEyeBrainStepsBabyPressesRefuseTinyToesEvery StepLodgesSplintersEvery Step You Take Book:Time of My Life: A Novel Source: Time of My Life: A Novel