I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad" Charley Davidson.

I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.

He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.

Can I brush your hair?” she asked as she led the way, her disposition doing a 180 on a dime. Kids. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t eat ’em for lunch.

Oh, my god!” I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. “She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You’re under arrest, mister.” His mouth tilted and a dimple emerged on one cheek as I took his wrist and threw him against a wall. Or, well, urged him toward it. I held him against the cool wood with one hand and frisked him with the other.

A Nuns Life: Chastity, poverty, and obedience. Wait, chastity?" BUMPER STICKER

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick.