"Should get you a dictionary from the library," Kavinsky said archly. It wouldn't necessarily help, but it got him out of explaining a damn thing. Anyway, his sins were laying right there on the table, right next to the other boy's. But knowing the sin and knowing the word he'd written were two different things. That was half the fun of it, for Kavinsky at least.

He went back to the table and picked up his list. He fished a lighter out of his pocket and set it to the edge. It took a moment to catch, and there was an awful smell to it, but Kavinsky didn't care. He held onto it until the flames were rapid, and then tossed it aside.

Then he picked up the other list, looking it over. He rolled his eyes a little bit. "Ignorance? Since when is being stupid a fucking sin?"