However stupid the choice seemed, Shay had made it with her eyes open, and had respected Tally's choice to stay.
Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan
Dare to ask, "Where is my novel too simple?"
A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak.
But you know what? It's not my behavior I'm worried about anymore. It's yours.
That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.