Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.
Sometimes, a family is like an ear of summer corn: It might look perfect on the outside, but when you peel the husk away. every kernel is rotten.
The lie that started it all.
Everybody has a secret and everybody has problems.
The air smelled like a mรฉlange of everyone's perfume and hair products, with a slight undertone of booze.
Or perhaps all those things you missed upon first glance mean much more than you could ever guess.