While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.
Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
It's fine," I repeated. And whatever. It was fine. It had to be.
I don't have a favourite book, I have hundreds.