Today he wore a burnt-orange shirt, black pants, and a tie that looked like a street fight at the south end of the color wheel.
I see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack." He pulled away. "What if being packmates isn't enough for me?
Why do all your brilliant ideas involve felonies?
I've never lost my capacity to be shocked.
High school popularity is so fickle.
Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity.