Let's just say that if you were stealing TVs instead of thoughts, you would have been caught by a half-deaf, mostly blind, fifteen year old dog three robberies ago.

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.

Who's that little brunette?" Suzanne asked. "I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet." "Big boobs," Beth said, glancing up.