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his neighbors about.
    Max, tired of thinking, decided to think on paper, and so retrieved his journal from under the bed. His father had given him the journal shortly after he left, and had, in white-out, written the words WANT JOURNAL on the cover. In this book , his father had written as inscription and directive, write what you want. Every day, or as often as you can, write what you want. That way, whenever you're confused or rudderless, you can look to this book, and be reminded where you want to go and what you're looking for . His father had written, by hand, three beginnings on every page. Every page started with:
    I WANT
    I WANT
    I WANT
    And so Max had periodically written his wants, and he'd written many other things, too. But tonight he wanted to write some more wants, so he found a pen and began.
    I WANT Gary to fall into some kind of bottomless hole .
    I WANT Claire to get her foot caught in a beartrap .
    I WANT Claire's friends to die by flesh-eating tapeworms .
    Then he stopped. His father had reminded him that the journal was for positive wants, not negative wants. When you wanted something negative , it didn't count, he said. A want should be positive, his father had said. A want should improve your life while improving the world, even if just a little bit.
    So Max began again:
    I WANT to get out of here .
    I WANT to go to the moon or some other planet .
    I WANT to find some unicorn DNA and then grow a bunch of them and teach them to stick their horns through Claire's friends .
    Oh well. He could erase it later. For now just writing it and thinking it felt good. But now he was sick of writing. He wanted to make something. But he didn't want to set up some whole thing with glue and wood. He didn't want to have to use tools at all. What did he want to do? This was the central question of this day and most days.
    Max wondered how he might actually build a ship. He had designed many dozens of ships on paper over the past year, and now he wondered if it was time for him to build a real one and sail away. His father had taken him sailing five times the previous summer, and had taught him the basics of piloting a small boat. "You're a natural!" his father had said, even though Max was afraid of the open water, of rogue waves and orcas.
    Then Max caught sight of his wolf suit, hanging on the back of the closet door. He hadn't worn it in weeks. He'd gotten it for Christmas three years before, the last one with both his parents, and he'd immediately put it on, and kept it on for the rest of school break. It had been too big then, but his mom had pinned it and taped it to make it work until he grew into it.
    Now he and it were the perfect size and he wore it when he knew he would be alone in the house, and when he could wrestle the dog or jump and growl without anyone watching. And though the house was full, as Max stared at the wolf suit it seemed to be calling to him. It's time , it was saying to Max. He wasn't sure this was actually the right time to put it on, but then again he'd never disobeyed the suit before. Should he really wear it tonight? He usually felt better when he put on the wolf suit. He felt faster, sleeker, more powerful.
    On the other hand, he could stay in bed. He could stay in the fort, the red blanket casting a red light on everything inside. He had stayed inside one whole weekend a few months ago. He couldn't remember why he'd done this. Or maybe he could remember. Maybe it had to do with Claire and Meika and how they laughed when he had gone into the bathroom with his hand down his pants. They were sitting on Claire's bed, and it was the morning, and in the morning he had been in the habit of having his hand down his pajama pants. So he had walked into the bathroom to pee and they had laughed for what seemed like hours. And he hadn't put his hand down his pants since then.
    Anyway, he had hid in his bedroom fort for two days after that. Mom had brought his meals to him there and he had played