Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.
It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.
You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?
There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.
The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.
The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.