Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.

With practice, you will master your own dreams.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

If you believe you can read you can

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?

Maybe you don't have to remember something for it to be true. For it to exist.

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around