I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?

Sorry, No conprendo I don't speak Loser.

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

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

Kuh-laire, Is cam a fattening Girl Scout Cookie layered with peanut butter and a chocolate coating? No. Then dont make him a tagalong!

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.