I highly regret this day in advance.

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

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

She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won't reconsider. Janie always hated Bashful. Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever.

You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be....?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.

He moves like a dancer.

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.