The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

I mean, even in these snow pants,check out my ass.

Yes, I was good at reading people. I studied them so I could put them in my novels.

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

Boys are two years behind girls in maturity level.

No. I just don't want to be a detective. They figure out what happened after the fact, when it's too late. I want to prevent it from happening.

My mistake was assuming that when I got to college, people would not be such assholes.