Do you work at the grocery store? Then why are you checking me out?

When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.

Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!

It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.

Sorry, No conprendo I don't speak Loser.

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.