Romantic love is a drug for the young and dumb.
Al is frozen. He’s standing, dumb, in the doorway when the thought occurs to him that he ought to coverup his manhood.
Last night, a brown-coated and massive black bear nosed the glass front door of the cabin at 2:00am.
The self-hatred blooms and flowers within you.
Angela’s foul mouth — especially because Angela, in her Lululemon and New Balance, sounds like a trucker but looks like Starbucks.
Aryan marveled at the speed and anxiety with which Juliet’s wiry body moved — marveled even more when she suddenly resigned herself to fainting on the desk.
Cam’s decision was easy — Cam was a girl, through and through. Though she saw no need to change her physical self in any way.
Anna pressed on, looking past Jack, “do you think Henk knows about us?”
A hardcore Prepper, Dick had built a fallout bunker and stocked it to the hilt long before Green Peace went militant.