You bookish little pervert.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout - you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow.

There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

I am bigger than the box I'm in.

From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, which I've been told is socially preferable, as eyes without souls behind them can be frightening.