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

There was no word in the dictionary adequate to describe the sensation other than sensational.

Do you still Kill Gerbils?

Nick and I could become goodwill ambassadors for the city now that the porno shops on 42nd Street are gone. Must make mental note to contact mayor.

I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot.

Usually my characters, though young, tend to be street-wise.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.