You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist." She snarled. Heh.
I realized that I'm a child." William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.
I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.
I prefer the term ‘sexual deviant’ myself,” Saiman said.
Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy.
It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.