Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

He’d actually hit me! It didn’t matter that hitting me wasn’t really like hitting a regular girl and I’d be completely healed in a matter of hours. I was still a freaking girl, and he damned well knew it. I’d just have to hit him back. With a lead pipe. Or an eighteen-wheeler.

The point is, stories can be all lengths. Never underestimate the power of “less is more.

Want coffee?" I asked, as I headed that way. "It's three thirty in the morning." "Okay. Want coffee?

I may not have any skeletons in my closet, but I do have a little box of souls in my sock drawer. —T-SHIRT

SOME GIRLS WEAR PRADA. SOME GIRLS WEAR GLOCK 17 SHORT RECOIL SPRING-LOADED SEMIAUTOMATIC PISTOLS WITH A LOADED CHAMBER INDICATOR AND A NONSLIP GRIP. - T-SHIRT

I'd have a longer attention span if there weren't so many shiny things.