Here's a little blip of what I said:
Ninth part, young poet, write what you know is only part of the story. The other part is about the hot air balloon crash, and oh boy, is that sad. Still, you shouldn’t be afraid to cry on Dave’s shoulder, or wiggle (hooray!) on Maggie’s couch when she returns to the door, or fall asleep next to Laura and her dog because life is exhausting.