Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.
You've got food stuck in your teeth," Vee told Marcie. "In the crack between your two front teeth. Looks like chocolate Ex-Lax.
Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.
You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.” Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.