I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work.

so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM

That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.