Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.
As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.
Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.
Yeah, I hear the truth. But this is my truth.