I think Judy Blume, Stephen King, and Dean Koontz are the three authors responsible for my being where I am today. I owe them a lot.
I've been shucked and gone to heaven.
I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters
All things happen for a purpose.
When someone is close by, you just know it.
Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.