Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

You need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches. "You're not coming?" Lifting the brim of his cap, he eyed me, "You want me to?" he asked blandly. "Not really, no." He dropped the brim and laced his hands over his middle. "Then why are you bitching? It's a crime scene, not a grocery store.

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself