Jesus may love you, but i'm his favourite
Man, I want to be someone's forbidden fruit." "Well, you are pretty fruity.
Come here often?' I asked instead, humoring no one but myself. So it was totally worth it.
But we'd never really seen eye to eye. Mostly 'cause he was much taller than I was.
Apparently, this really was Kill Charley Davidson Week. Or at least Horribly Maim Her.... It would probably never get government recognition, though, destined to be underappreciated like Halloween or Thesaurus Day.
My real mom died when I was born—hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to me, which has never been one of my favorite memories—and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the matter. Denise and I never really clicked.