And if we get caught, I will claim I made you go. At gunpoint. I am American. People will assume I'm armed.

Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

Welsh is an actual, currently used language and our next-door neighbors Angela and Gaenor spoke it. It sounds like Wizard.

A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.

Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.