Boys are like drugs,' her father said, 'just say no.
Note to self-give serious thought to becoming an alcoholic.
When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don’t look at him, she told herself. Don’t look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.
Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.
The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned.
Remember, you’re unique. And so is everyone else.