I always listen to you. Except when I don't.
Sean, as always, gets by on one word while everyone else needs five or six.
We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.
No, you used nouns and verbs together in a pleasing but illogical format.
I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.
Oh, I'll buy fourteen dresses and build a road and name it after myself and try one of everything at Palsson's." Though I don't quite look up, I can still feel his gaze on me. It's a heavy thing, this look of his. He says," What's the real answer?