This is the paper I used , because I am a green girl . Do n't worry little blog , I ' m not breaking up with you . It 's just that there wo n't be internet at the new digs until Friday . I ' ve been spending all my time at the Springbrook Ranch sticking down contact paper in the many cupboards and shelves in my country kitchen .

A: Why would the narrator be spending so much time at the ranch ?

" I was gone by that point , and Loren had you and then - well , you know the rest . It 's a sad story , but still , I think there is hope in it . " There were a million things I wanted to say , and a million thoughts I could n't vocalize .

A: what is the reason that there were a million thoughts I could n't vocalize ?

We did a lot of things together , none of which would have been nearly as fun without him . So , on with the story ... . It was a Saturday morning in the spring , and I had stayed overnight at my parent 's house because I had been out very late working on my parent 's farm . They mainly farmed corn and soybeans , no animals , with the exception of chickens .

A: What does my parents do ?

everywhere in the street children as well as adults sneak up on each other and throw water and brightly coloured powder at each other until everyone in the city is soaking wet and neon all over . unfortunately , my passport , which i thought was safe in my money belt , also participated in holi and is now covered in pink dye . i have to spend a few days in stinky delhi , applying for a temporary one .

A:
What might have happened if my passport was n't covered in pink dye ?