She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

I'd never seen a man who could outshop me, but Jenks was a master.

She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.

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

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. "What happened to my mirror?" I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

Al's voice was faint but resolute. "Stand up. Try to look sexy." "In a bedsheet?" I complained, running my hands down it. "How can I look sexy in a bedsheet?" He cleared his throat, and I grimaced. "Never mind.