rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
I wouldn't want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely
Everyone is doing forensics.
I don't do things that are illegal.
Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.
He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.