If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.
We cracked up together, which was necessary, because she loved me again.
We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.
His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.
Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.
With writing, we have second chances.