I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
Deathโs favorites donโt die.
Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?
You're like this leopard who's pretending to be a house cat.
Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.
I heard you've been having some problems with your girlfriend." Headmistress Northcutt says. "No," I say. "Not at all." Audrey broke up with me after the winter holiday, exhausted by my moodiness. It's impossible to have problems with a girlfriend who's no longer mine.